Q’abetsu is the kind of oddity that lingers in whispered tavern tales: a Viera‑Miqo’te hybrid with floppy ears, a stubby tail, and a wit honed sharper than her trusty staff. In a realm glutted with polished savants and pomaded prodigies, she stands apart. Not for courtly grace or gilded incantations, but for a raw, instinctive sorcery that scoffs at the rules.A master herbalist and cunning apothecary, Q’abetsu hoards a near‑wasteful surplus of aether, churning out conjuries as if they were mere parlor tricks. Yet ask her to tend your wounds, and you’ll find her bedside manner as brusque as a winter gale. Companions often depart more frayed than they arrived, their patience spent long before she finally turns heel.Her alliances burn as bright and brief as wildfire. She drifts in, seals a quid‑pro‑quo with a curt bark of her staff, and vanishes the moment the deal tips in her favor. Direct to the bone, her senses slice through any situation with surgical precision. While scholars bicker over arcane theory, she’s already exhumed the rare root, distilled the extract, and vanished into the next rumor."Too many hands in the herb patch, and the basil forgets which way to grow." she chides, half‑warning, half‑threat. An ever‑grimmer reminder that her territory is as crowded as an apothecary’s shelf on market day. Her creaking wagon is legend, stocked with draughts brewed from extinct blooms. Elixirs that hum with uncanny power, each vial more eyebrow‑raising than the last. Mundane potions? She’d sooner chew on nettles. Beyond the familiar draughts and soothing salves, hidden among veiled alcoves lie arcane opiates, moonlit eaux‑de‑vie, and vintages brewed in ages past. Whimsical treasures reserved for those daring enough to claim them.Frugal to the bone, she haggles coin like a dockside harbinger of charity. Never one to accept a raw deal, especially when splitting spoils. Yet beneath her savage sarcasm and cynicism pulses a soft, secret heart. Glimpsed only in the rarest of moments. She tilts a tarnished goblet toward the iron‑bound couriers at her heels, toasting the lavish spoils they bear. Each triumph weighed by the hollow clang of their shackles. And always, just beyond the glow of the hearth, her unpaid debts lurk like a silent revenant, trailing her steps in the gloom.Q’abetsu leaves behind a faint aroma of rare herbs and questionable choices, an olfactory signature of the strange and supernatural. Time’s touch barely whispers along her form, betraying neither age nor the secrets she carries. Emotions seldom faze her stony countenance, but her curiosity remains insatiable. In her own words: "Why do you cower beneath despair’s thorns when twilight roots stir rebellion in your veins?"

ㅤ dossierㅤ

ㅤgiven nameㅤㅤㅤq'abetsu yahru
ㅤaliasㅤㅤㅤbeti ⬩ betsu ⬩ moss kitten ⬩ q'bec ⬩ q'beti
ㅤtitleㅤㅤㅤthe rootsong shepherd ⬩ gracesprout
ㅤageㅤㅤㅤappears early twenties
ㅤnamedayㅤㅤㅤ17th sun of the 1st umbral moon ⬩ 1/17
ㅤgenderㅤㅤㅤfemale ⬩ she/her they/them
ㅤrace and clanㅤㅤㅤrava viera / seeker of the sun miqo’te
ㅤromantic orientationㅤㅤㅤarovague
ㅤsexual orientationㅤㅤㅤasexual
ㅤdispositionㅤㅤㅤchaotic neutral
ㅤromantic partnerㅤㅤㅤlocked
ㅤheightㅤㅤㅤ5 fulm 4 ilm ⬩ 162 cm
ㅤweightㅤㅤㅤ120 ponz ⬩ 54 kg
ㅤeye colourㅤㅤㅤobsidian black
ㅤhair colourㅤㅤㅤpale green ⬩ voluminous ⬩ wavy
ㅤscentㅤㅤㅤmahogany ⬩ amber ⬩ bergamot
ㅤvoice inspirationㅤㅤㅤbeth dutton from yellowstone
ㅤphysiqueㅤㅤㅤlithe
ㅤcomplexionㅤㅤㅤhoney-toned
ㅤguardian deityㅤㅤㅤnald'thal, the traders ⬩ capricorn
ㅤpatron deityㅤㅤㅤnophica, the matron
ㅤbirthplaceㅤㅤㅤskatay range
ㅤcitizenshipㅤㅤㅤwayfaring denizen
ㅤelemental natureㅤㅤㅤearth ⬩ water ⬩ wind
ㅤventureㅤㅤㅤconjurer ⬩ herbalist
ㅤarmamentsㅤㅤㅤstaff ⬩ bow ⬩ scythe ⬩ daggers
ㅤmantleㅤㅤㅤhealer ⬩ vanguard ⬩ sealsmith
ㅤresidenceㅤㅤㅤwandering ⬩ wagon

ㅤ Personaㅤ

Years spent straddling the edge between life and death have left Q’abetsu quiet and distant, a soul withdrawn from the world’s ceaseless noise. Yet recent ventures have stirred the ashes within her, awakening the faint glow of kindness she had long buried. This strength was not gifted, but forged through grief and unrelenting hardship. Perseverance became her creed. She speaks in riddles and mockery, with wisdom hidden in jest. Q’abetsu carries herself with the air of someone too old to care what others think. She seeks neither glory nor recognition. Her purpose is her own, unknowable to most.Her gaze is often clouded with pessimism. Q’abetsu lives for the little joys that thread through each day, this quiet beauty forged in the way she romanticizes the world. She offers strange gifts and stranger words from the solitude of the forgotten ways. Though her tongue is sharp and her words mischievous, her impish humor serves as both armor and weapon, keeping others at a distance while holding her own pieces together. She is a creature of deflection, quick to challenge with a quip, ever eager to win the final word in the game of conversation. There is power in her truth.There is no great sorrow she hides, no cryptic tale waiting to be uncovered. What she desires most is simple, yet forever out of reach. A true connection. She craves it, though it slips through her fingers time and again. Q’abetsu believes in deeds more than promises, though she will grumble at every tree and stone that dares cross her path. Her life is one of movement, guided by impulse rather than reason. Trinkets, curses, and fleeting wonders fill her satchel with equal importance.She is both her own champion and her own undoing. Her compassion is cautious, measured, and bound by the effort others are willing to show. She offers no hand to those who refuse to stand. Generosity does not drive her, and kindness without reason is a coin she does not spend. In rare moments when the world grows quiet and the stars blink just right, she lets her guard slip. Tenderness in her silence, a longing too fragile to name. It is in those hushed hours, between one step and the next, that Q’abetsu dares to imagine something gentler waiting at the end of her road.

ㅤ Physiqueㅤ

Q’abetsu dresses with little concern for fashion, favoring comfort and utility above all else. Her clothing is a patchwork of secondhand fabric and self-made alterations. Shaped to suit her frame with a quiet, practical care. Some pieces carry modest embellishments, while others flow with unexpected hints of jeweled threading or aged finery. Q'abetsu's build is slender and wiry, the kind that seems delicate at a glance. Her presence speaks to something far more enduring. Skin that is unmarked, almost unnaturally smooth. As if time and magic have erased every wound she once endured. Moving with a strange and fluid grace. This spidery elegance that resembles a fae skipping across the surface of a still pond.Hair a pale soft green, falling in waves and curls that frame her face before they are drawn back into two long braids. She bears the features of both miqo’te and viera blood, a curious blend that never quite settles into either lineage. It lends her an uncommon look, difficult to place and difficult to forget. Yet it is her eyes that draw you in. Deep and dark, they swallow the light rather than reflect it. No spark hides within them, only a quiet and consuming emptiness. A lens of frustration that something vital was lost long ago and never returned.This crooked smile shaped by a lifetime of mischief and sharp edges. Strengthened by an undercurrent of energy that constantly churns beneath the surface, making her presence both fascinating and unnerving. With it, she carries only a few things of value. Keys to her warded wagon and a staff that suits her character well. Wherever she walks, the two are never far from reach. Passersby may glance her way, but few linger. Those attuned to aether sense something buried beneath the surface, vast and still as a deep lake. It is not a threat, but a quiet warning. A playful reminder that there is more to her than what meets the eye.

ㅤ Metricsㅤ

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ㅤ Historyㅤ

Q’abetsu’s life was as untamed as the winds that whistled through the jagged cliffs of her homeland. Her father, once a proud Wood Warder of the Viera, had been cast out long before her birth. His name lingered like a forbidden note, spoken only in hushed tones by those who dared to remember. The weight of his exile followed him like a shadow, darkening every corner of his life. Yet in his wandering, he found solace in an unlikely bond with a Miqo'te herbalist. A woman whose quiet strength softened his bitterness. Together, they built a fragile refuge on the fringes of a world that had no place for them, a sanctuary for outcasts and dreamers alike.Q’abetsu’s earliest memories were steeped in the rhythms of the land. Her mother’s steady hands taught her to tend to an injured chocobo, spin karakul wool, and draw healing secrets from the most stubborn roots. From her father, she inherited the sacred wisdom of the Viera. The silent language of the forest, where the rustle of leaves spoke volumes and the curve of moss on ancient stones whispered truths. On the day she came of age, he gifted her a staff carved with the symbols of her heritage, a tangible link to her roots and a companion for the journey ahead.The township where she grew up was a mosaic of contradictions, where exiles and renegades found laughter in the glow of firelight, yet trust was as scarce as the rarest herbs. Beneath its camaraderie lay cracks of suspicion and tension, fractures that deepened as she grew older. The settlement, built on shared necessity rather than true unity, began to unravel under the weight of ambition and greed. Q’abetsu, disillusioned by the fragility of her community, turned her gaze outward. By her teenage years, the wilds beyond the settlement called to her like a song from an ancient world, stirring a restless yearning for something more.Her departure was neither marked by fanfare nor farewells. It was in her nature to slip away quietly, leaving only faint memories and whispered questions behind. Armed with her staff, a weathered satchel, and the lessons her parents had instilled in her, Q’abetsu set out into an unforgiving world.

The wilds tested her resolve, but she weathered its trials, shaping herself into a figure as steadfast as the ancient trees she wandered among. Her journey brought her to distant cities and guilds, where her skill as a healer was valued but her aloofness kept others at arm’s length. She worked without complaint, a phantom flitting between parties, her presence felt but never fully understood.Rumors trailed her like leaves on the wind and tales of alliances turned sour and choices that left others questioning her motives. Yet Q’abetsu cared little for the murmurings of strangers. Her focus remained on her craft: seeking the rarest flora, crafting potions that mended both flesh and spirit, and preserving the knowledge her parents had passed down. Her staff, its carvings a blend of Vieran tradition and Miqo'te ingenuity, became her anchor in a world that often felt rootless.Despite her guarded nature, glimpses of her playful spirit occasionally broke through the cracks in her armor. A teasing smile here, a mischievous jab there. In those rare moments, the girl who once tended karakul under her mother’s watchful eye resurfaced, though only briefly. The weight of her journey, the scars of loss and mistrust, always pulled her back into the quiet solitude she knew so well. Yet there were those who spoke of her kindness, quiet and unspoken, in the way she left behind gifts. Bundles of herbs, quietly repaired tools, or carved charms in places she had passed, offering hope to those she would never meet.Q’abetsu’s connection to the natural world was profound, as if the earth itself whispered secrets only she could hear. Her satchel brimmed with carefully tended plants, each one a fragment of her travels and a testament to her perseverance. Though she walked alone, her garden grew with every step. Living memory of the paths she had taken and the lessons she had learned.For those who encountered her, Q’abetsu was an enigma, a healer who wielded both compassion and unyielding resolve. She offered aid freely yet remained distant, her eyes always fixed on horizons beyond reach. In her wake, she left stories as wild and enduring as the landscapes she traversed. A force of nature, rooted in the earth yet untethered by its bounds.

ㅤ Fresh Tidingsㅤ

The restless spirit of Q’abetsu has wandered long among the frozen peaks of Ishgard, her presence lingering like a whispered secret upon the biting winds. Over recent moons, her battered wagon, laden with curiosities and quiet ambitions, has found a precarious resting place on the lonely outskirts of the Foundation. Where few but the most daring tread. Amidst the chill of highland winters, her trade has flourished with a curious vigor. Weaving her days between the raucous hum of taverns and the charged silence of dueling dens. As winter’s grip slowly loosens and spring’s tender bloom unfurls across the land, Q’abetsu’s steps remain hesitant to stray far beyond the hoarfrosted borders of Coerthas.Though she lingers, she binds herself to no hearth nor homeland. Her once-frequent dealings with Honour’s Rest have grown infrequent, the ties fraying beneath the burden of tangled missions and unspoken tensions. Yet still, rumors cling to her like mist to the mountains. Faint, persistent, and heavy with the weight of half-truths. Her companions, too, begin to feel the drift of her mercurial soul, as she dances always on the edge of belonging.Where the wind beckons, she follows. It is thus she finds herself now at Fury's Hallow, a refuge whispered of in hushed tones. A haven for the outcast, the forsaken, and the free. There, the courtesy of others bears a brittle sheen, a politeness polished for the Fury's watchful gaze yet lacking the warmth of true welcome. Respect, as with many things in these lands, is offered readily, but seldom does it root itself deep within the heart.

will engage...

will inquire...

will avoid...

  • merchants

  • nomads

  • alchemists

  • mercenaries

  • void touched

  • adventurers

  • lawbreakers

  • soliders

  • voidsent

  • law enforcement

  • violent criminals

ㅤ hooksㅤ

❦Seeking the Sacred Sprout

ㅤ Common ㅤㅤ ◇◇◇◇◆

Where the sun's light fails to reach, Q’abetsu seeks the strange and the unknown. She believes that within the shadows of forgotten places and the mysteries of the world lies the potential to discover new remedies and cures. If one is willing to venture far enough. The arcane curses and strange ailments that plague the world are not static; they evolve, mutating with the whims of time and the twisted ambitions of mortals. Yet Q’abetsu remains undeterred. Her shelves are filled with unfinished formulas. Each one a testament to a pursuit left incomplete, a missing ingredient, a failed experiment, an unanswered question.This quest for discovery is what drives her. With an insatiable curiosity that fuels every interaction, especially with those who cross her path. To her, each new face could be the key to unlocking the next piece of her never-ending puzzle. But this inquisitive nature is as fleeting as it is intense; should the answers she seeks prove elusive or the results unsatisfactory, her interest may fade as swiftly as it began. For Q’abetsu, the journey is always more important than the destination. Though the destination, if found, could be revolutionary.

Herbalism ￭ Exploration

❦Brews from the Broken Cauldron

ㅤ Common ㅤㅤ ◇◇◇◆◆

Wicked is the wild bloom, rich with aether, a beacon to those attuned to its currents. A tempting allure for the starved, yet beneath Q’abetsu’s calm exterior pulses a force both imposing and deadly. Her predatory gaze always seems on the verge of action, yet her poised demeanor masks a mastery of magic far beyond the reach of the conventional. Spellcraft that weaves complexity and power in ways few can fully grasp. Though her presence does not seek to overwhelm, it commands control with an expert subtlety, bending the very air around her to her will. The faintest flicker of emotion, the shifting of her surroundings, sends ripples through the aether, hinting at the raw, untamed power she keeps reined beneath the surface.While her nature draws whispers and curiosity, she regards it as little more than a commonality, visible only to those willing to look deeper. Q’abetsu offers her talents as an herbalist first. Potions and salves crafted not just to heal the body but to soothe what lies beneath. Her stock is scarce, her services offered without judgment, so long as the price is right. The shop itself is housed in the back of a well-worn wagon, drawn by a single Alkonost, easily found in both the wilds and bustling towns alike. It is a life she lives in motion, saving the coin she can from the inns she briefly calls home, ever seeking the open road.

Contraband ￭ Curses

ㅤ rumorsㅤ

❦A whispering storm, ever near

ㅤ Common ㅤㅤ ◇◇◇◇◆

Reputation is a strange thing. It molds itself over time, shaped by countless encounters and whispers. Whether forged in glory or tarnished by failure, a name can quickly become something more than the truth behind it. For Q’abetsu, her name has passed through the lips of many adventurers, often accompanied by curiosity, skepticism, or caution.The tale most commonly told paints a picture of a catastrophic failure, one that fractured her once-idyllic party. Yet, in her quiet and defiant way, Q’abetsu has taken this twisted legacy in stride. Some seek her out for work, intrigued by the mystery of the "Bleeding Grove" incident, while others simply wish to hear the story firsthand, eager to unravel the truth behind the rumor.What stands out most about Q’abetsu is the stark contrast between her seething, almost zealous disdain for her former comrades and her calm, detached demeanor toward new allies and their shared missions. This contradiction has only deepened the curiosity surrounding the infamous event. The commonly held belief is that, at a critical moment, Q’abetsu failed to use her considerable talents, leading to her party's return with grim news of her death.When Q’abetsu reappeared, it wasn’t in the diminished state her comrades had described. She was not broken, not defeated, and certainly not gone. The rumors quickly spread, but the truth remained elusive, buried beneath a savage scar of aether-burned earth and the haunting remains of an empty settlement that once thrived. No one knows what truly happened out there, but the land still speaks its own silent testimony. One that warns travelers to stay away.The members of her former party demand that no one venture near those cursed lands again, as if afraid to stir whatever might still linger. Yet, Q’abetsu, with a calm but weighty tone, only advises others to avoid provoking the unknown. Still, there’s an unspoken pressure that hangs over those who cross her path, as though the very mention of the "Bleeding Grove" could awaken something that should remain undisturbed.

Tarnished ￭ Pariah

❦Threads of Mercy in the Ashes

ㅤ Rare ㅤㅤ ◇◇◆◆◆

There were no formal honors or nominees for Q’abetsu while she wandered the Southern Front. Neither soldier nor mercenary. She aided those left behind among the fires and smoke. Most cursed her as a traitorous witch for healing all sides without favor. Amid such scorn, her patients whispered praise, calling her the Leaf of Nophica, Gracesprout. Those titles sparked debate yet seldom fell silent across the war-torn land.Q’abetsu sought no glory, no mantle of justice. Her healing answered only her own will. Unilateral, impartial, inscrutable. Whom she tended, why she chose them, at what cost remained secrets woven into her soul.In the chaos of the Bozjan front, with air heavy from smoke, her presence felt like a fleeting memory. A wisp of green hair drifting through the haze. She knelt above broken bodies, no allegiance shown, no battle cry heard. Witnesses mistook her for a phantom, a healer untethered from any banner.Her neutrality proved her discipline. It also drew relentless scorn. Many labeled her a spy, a traitor. Their anger trailing her every step. Few offered gratitude for her sacrifices. Suspicion shadowed every act of care. Yet those who lived beneath her touch spoke in hushed reverence. They recalled pale green hair like young leaves and obsidian eyes that seemed to drink the light.Perhaps you remember her too. A spectral figure amid ruin, unbound by any cause. Leaving behind only the echo of unwavering mercy.

Bozja ￭ Medic ￭ Garlean

ㅤ relationsㅤ

⸙ㅤSamielㅤ⸙

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Spindle, my little shadow at my side, adorned in treasures. Your words nip at me like teasing taunts, but I still hold the final say. Wander your path as you will, but know that I am watching. Waiting for the day your envy consumes you. Perhaps cleansing my burdens and guilt requires purging your tainted existence. Their relationship is a tense game of cat and mouse, but Q’abetsu appears completely unfazed. She seems to enjoy toying with her prey.

⸙ㅤAuvary Rookㅤ⸙

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Sootlet, ash that clings and lingers, the trace of a fire once burning raw. All that heat, now reduced to scattered embers. Q’abetsu can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever ignite again. They’ve become a regular at the wagon, drawn in by drink, smoke, and the quiet comfort of their presence. Most nights are peaceful, even if the viera carries a quiet tension, as though anything too personal might scorch them from the inside out. Beneath all the mischief and charm, it’s the truth that seems to unsettle Auvary the most.

⸙ㅤFeohnel Feldiㅤ⸙

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Wicklet, soft as candlelight in these uncertain times. Their connection is still new, but already, the autumn-haired viera stands out in any crowd, both in presence and poise. Q’abetsu finds a quiet comfort in their innocent charm and the playful mischief that dances just beneath the surface. Though their meetings have been brief, they’ve all been warm. Enough for Q’abetsu to decide that this viera is, without question, good people.

❦About the Player...

ㅤHello Friendㅤ!!ㅤ Call me Lis. Thank you for stopping by my blorbo’s page and taking the time to read! I’ve been playing Final Fantasy XIV since A Realm Reborn and enjoy running most of the game’s content, as well as diving into RP.Outside of FFXIV, I love cozy games like Fields of Mistria, Minecraft, and even a bit of Lethal Company. For those curious, I use Discord strictly for long-term roleplay and scheduling purposes. Feel free to reach out if you are interested!

ㅤapproachㅤㅤㅤwalk-up 🗸ㅤtells 🗸ㅤdiscord 🗸

ㅤavailabilityㅤㅤㅤin-game ⬩ evenings

ㅤdiscordㅤㅤㅤfor scheduling ⬩ long term

If you’d like to set up a scene between our characters, I kindly ask that you contact me OOC first. I enjoy scheduling RP sessions and having a general idea of what to expect beforehand.That said, if I am ㅤflagged for roleplayㅤ while in-game or at a venue, I’m more open to walk-ups and spontaneous interactions. Please keep in mind that I might be AFK even if I’m online, so if I miss a tell, I sincerely apologize!Above all, my roleplay focuses on building meaningful stories and lasting connections. I enjoy both slice-of-life and angst-driven narratives. I deeply value communication and respecting each other’s narratives.

ㅤ preferencesㅤ

  • slice of life ⬩ casual ⬩ adventure

  • reasonable lore-bending; respective narratives

  • dice based combat and other determiners

  • mature ⬩ angst ⬩ dark ⬩ horror themes ⬩ crime

  • graphic violence ⬩ detailed healing

  • imprisonment and captivity

  • moderate drug and alcohol use

  • ttrpg campaign style plots

  • minigame ⬩ contests ⬩ tournaments ⬩ festivals

  • platonic flirt ⬩ witty banter

  • crafting creations ⬩ research

  • if you can use in game lore to explain it, it's lore accurate

  • permadeath; permanent injury or disfigurement without prior discussion

  • metagaming ⬩ godmoding ⬩ powerplaying

  • significant lore breaking, severe breaking of immersion and contradiction to known rules of the xiv verse

  • plotlines only focused on romance or erp

  • twitch dj nightclub or clubbing

  • romance ⬩ explicit sexual themes

Mare code is available upon request, but please understand that it has never been and never will be a requirement to roleplay with me.

I want to emphasize that this character is ㅤnot available for romanceㅤ.
Thank you for understanding!!

ㅤ In briefㅤ

crisp whimsy in every leaf, cabbage catte

  • viera/miqo’te ⬩ stub tail; flop ears

  • plenty of aether, stealthy as a shadow – let's roll for detection

  • carries a staff almost exclusively

  • runs a shady little wagon, selling potions and collecting cool plants on the side

  • deep in debt to the adventurer’s guild and underground cronies

  • deadpan with a touch of bite – thinks she's too clever for her own good

  • drinks like a pro, gambles like an idiot, might be on something

  • offers unsolicited advice with a side of sass

  • smells like a plant mom who knows all the best herb shops

  • cold but soft at heart, with that timeless vibe, so time and feelings don't faze her much

  • bozja healer, mad your were on her lawn

  • dry humor sneaks in like a ninja

  • down to dive into the weird and supernatural

  • aether-sensitive folks better brace themselves; ignoring her aether suppression is like poking a sleeping dragon with a stick

  • healer for fury's hallow; fight! fight!! fight!!!

In a corner where the shadows play,

She treads the paths of the green and gray,

A hermit in the garden, quiet, wise,

With leaves in her hands and fire in her eyes.

ㅤ Bramble & Bloom Remediesㅤ

Not far from the shadowed walls of Honour's Rest Tavern, a shabby wagon sits, its wooden frame creaking softly in the icy breeze. A small figure. Perhaps a green-haired Viera or a Miqo'te can often be seen outside, tending to a fluffy alpaca and a peculiar verdant creature with curling, horn-like branches sprouting from its head. The sharp, earthy aroma of herbs, tinctures, and something faintly metallic wafts through the frost-laden air, mingling with the faintest trace of something... unplaceable.A weathered sign swings lazily by the wagon door, the word OPEN etched in uneven strokes. The soft glow of candlelight spills through narrow slats, accompanied by faint murmurs of wind chimes and bottles rattling inside.Do you dare step in and discover the mysteries this little wagon holds? Or does the chill at your back warn you to turn away?

Set in line with the Honour’s Rest dice system

Accuracy Tablet

1,200 G

This small, blue tablet tastes minty and leaves a cool sensation as it dissolves. Within moments, a chilling rush sharpens your senses and enhances your focus.Effect: Gain +1 ATK for the duration of an encounter.

Strengthening Tablet

1,200 G

A green, herb-flavored tablet that imbues you with energy and resilience. Your movements feel swifter, and your body seems prepared to endure greater challenges.Effect: Gain +1 DEF for the duration of an encounter.

Health Potion

500 G

A small vial of crimson liquid that is surprisingly durable. Consuming this during combat as a free action provides quick, restorative effects.Effect: Roll 1d4 to restore HP instantly.

Monster Bait

2,500 G

This pungent salve is undetectable to most, but it drives monsters into a frenzy. Once applied to your skin, you become an irresistible target for nearby creatures.Effect: Monsters in the encounter focus all attacks on you. While under the effect, suffer a penalty of -1d4 to ATK and DEF.Notes: The bait works on most monsters. If it fails to attract a creature ( DM discretion ), the penalties do not apply.

Explosive Bead

750 G

A small, palm-sized bead filled with an unstable liquid. It glows faintly red and emits warmth. Throwing it causes a fiery explosion.Effect: As an action, throw the orb. Upon impact, it explodes, dealing 1d6 fire damage to all creatures within a respective radius ( DM Discretion ).Notes: Creatures in the area must make a flat saving throw ( DC 10 ). On a successful save, they take no damage.

Thunderbomb

750 G

A palm-sized orb crackling with faint arcs of electricity. It’s warm to the touch and hums softly, as though alive.Effect: As an action, throw the orb. All creatures within a respective radius ( DM Discretion ) must succeed flat saving throw ( DC 12 ) or take 1d8 damage and be stunned until the start of your next turn.

Amberbind Flask

1,000 G

A fragile clay pot filled with a thick, golden sap that quickly solidifies when exposed to air. The sticky substance ensnares anything it touches, holding them fast in place.Effect: As an action, throw the flask. Creatures within a respective radius ( DM Discretion ) must make a flat saving throw ( DC 13 ) or be restrained for 1d4 turns. A restrained creature can use its action to make a flat saving throw ( DC 12 ) to free itself.