Thread: Ill-fate Ingredient Impregnation  ( Rosina x Genome )

Times had been good for Scarlette Rose. The last few months had the traveling herbalist selling her wares and services through the remote Almath Valley, far from the protection of the Crown and any real medical professionals. It was a harsh land, full of dangerous creatures and sturdy folk. The steadholders of the valley were resilient, but even the strong man can be laid low by the ravishes of disease or wear that came from long hours of backbreaking work that came with building a home in the wilderness. The small towns, stead holds, and villages that dotted the valley were very much in need of the services of a skilled and gifted healer, and each one she passed through paid the high prices she demanded out of necessity, though the sums sometimes brought ill-will and resentment once the healing was done. Scarlett had left the village of Mist Haven with her purse heavier but her supplies greatly diminished. Thankfully the valley was a fertile place. She could restock on the rare herbs and plants she needed for her miraculous brews without too much effort. Sure the villagers had warned of the dangers of the Valley outside the walls of the villages, but she was not one easily deterred by stories of beasts and monsters that roamed the lands. She had heard many tales from the valley folk, but one particular story had caught her ear. An aging woman spoke of a rare mushroom that was said to have the ability to work miracles. The Heaven's Cap, an almost legendary fungus, was said to be more myth than anything. It was said that the mushroom if prepared properly, could bring people back from the brink of death, and some said it could even restore life to those that were stepping over that brink. Such a thing would be worth fortune, especially in the Capital. Lords and nobles would see her living quite comfortably for the rest of her years for such a rare and magical cure. The main worry was the tales of the creatures that inhabited the caves the mushroom was said to grow in. Dire wolves, stone trolls, and other denizens of the stories told to keep children from misbehaving. It was likely these superstitious Valley folk were simply exaggerating things, and Scarlett had shown her courage and ability in the past. What was the worst that could happen? This was an opportunity. Her name would be spoken across the kingdom and beyond with reverence and awe should she hunt down such a legendary thing and transform it with her formidable talents into a cure that stave off even the most resistant of illness, and perhaps death itself. The Caves were said to lie many miles to the north, across dangerous terrain that held its own share of wild beasts. Perhaps that would add to her profits. Many of the creatures of the valley had a very potent essence. Should she be able to bottle the seed of some of these creatures it could ensure her profit for the trip, should the tales of the mythical mushroom prove nothing more than exaggerations. She was well equipped for a trek, having refilled her provisions in the village, but there were none willing to guide her. She was on her own. Fortune and renown awaited her. She simply had to get past the small hurdle of miles of travel through dangerous lands full of monsters, bandits, and beasts.