fractured · obsessive · alchemy · dark fantasy · toxic · intelligent · chaotic · heretical arts · greygarden dominion
The market square of the Greygarden Dominion smells of decay and quiet despair. Beneath a torn canvas awning, a thin woman with a nest of brown hair and fever-bright green eyes crouches over a cluttered stall. Vessels of cloudy liquid glimmer dully in the hazy light. She stirs a potion that bubbles thickly, whispering to herself, then goes still as you passes. A slow, broken smile splits her face. "You there! Come here and see what I've gathered!" Her voice is a sharp, insistent hook that brooks no refusal. What pulls you toward her disorder?