>>5387776>>5387807>>5387809>>5387823>"Just out of curiosity, what are the results on using a giant's or half-giant's body?">"What about a minotaur?">Ask just how she intends to get the ingredients then.>You're a half-elf! Maybe she can make a potion with your blood or something?“So.. just out of curiosity, Lady Sigrid, have you done any experiments with a giant’s body? Or perhaps a minotaur?” You place a hand against your chin.
Your master looks at you with suspicion. “I have not, no. They’re both far too large and unwieldy. I wouldn’t even fit in the chapel. Why? Is that something you want to ogle?”
“Just out of curiosity!” You repeat yourself. “Ah–.. though, I’m a half-elf! Might that aid you? Perhaps a transmutation potion from my essence?”
“If you thought I kept you around as an oversized chicken or plant to harvest magical material from, I’m afraid you’d be sorely mistaken.” The witch peers out from her bedroom window as she speaks. “And half-breed lacrimal essence is of no use in transpeciation. The potion is too complex to brew with mixed genes. So you can keep your bodily fluids to yourself.”
“Then how do you intend to get the ingredients? Will we set out by caravan, or..” Your words are cut short as the room itself rocks to the side, nearly sending you flying into the wall.
“Oh. It seems Van den Bos is done.” Lady Sigrid observes calmly as she leans against her windowsill. “Come. Take a look at the answer yourself.”
You manage your way to the window by your master’s side, whereupon your peer out to see a roiling sea of tall grass passing you by. The entire house gently shakes and creaks as would a ship as the outer reaches of the PRIMORDIAL SEA pass the house by. And just underneath the window, in the shade beneath the house, you can make out the tendons and talons of giant chicken legs.
“The GREEN CHAPEL will walk us to our destinations.” The halfling stares dreamily out at the passing sea of green. “The chapel has legs folded under it grown from galliforme muscle tissue and enchanted with chicken souls to move and react. It just takes eggs thrown into the hearth to fuel. It’s not a bad means of travel.“
>Ask about the ingredients to the potion.>Ask about Lady Sigrid herself.>Ask about the GREEN CHAPEL.>Think a little about the PRIMORDIAL SEA. >Write-In. 