Come one, come all. If a potion is what you seek, then you're in the right place. I am the Ms. Poti, and do come in. Whatever it is that you seek....I'll whip it up in a jiffy. But be warned the one strongest one that you seek, you see comes at a cost. Not of money, gems or any previous stone(s).

Now time to make a really great potion~~~~

What does the brewing potions and spell book say to do. Let's see....

(Ms. Poti reads out loud as she follows all the book's instructions)

Add a dash of troll sweat....for extra -umph- in strength, and a slight pinch of fairy dust for quick speed & flight...hmmm.. what else...aha-a sprinkle of a chameleon's tail--you know for the ability to easily change to whatever surrounding you're in, this way you can blend into any environment and no one will be able to find you or better yet even spot where you are.

For the next part of this special formulae, I'll throw in the breath of the oldest, wisest knight to guide your mind to fight and know what's right. Another key ingredient is a small piece of garlic, a bit of vinegar and ginger. That's to scare of any creature of the night. And let's see, should I add this too? Okay, for a kick in your control of the natural elements:-wind, earth, fire and water; add a tear from the enchanted lake, a loud cry or laughter poured in from me-hahahaha, and a flame from my fire breathing lizard, lastly a tiny shiny pebble touched or held by a magical being.

Sometimes the instructions to the potion brewing can be way so specific. Now let me allow it to set for a short while. It's changing and mixing in.

( In a short moment there is a soft, gentle Poof! )

Ah, it's done!!

Here you go, you're on your way. Go win your battle. With this potion in your hand not even the mightiest, greatest warrior could stand a change even against me or you. Drink it in four drops several days before your battle.

Remember, a little goes a long way. Don't let anyone see you take the potion. That's a fair warning. Good luck to you warrior.

Phaedras the Warlock opened the sturdy oaken door, ringing the small bell attached to it. The shop smelled like the oddest combination of concoctions: Phaedras smelled a bit of incense, combined with a soft smell or rotting flesh and the heavy odour of cooked mushrooms. The walls were stacked with shelves, each containing a wide array of potions, each with it's own colour and texture. Some in large round bottles, others in coneshaped flasks. One took Phaedras's attention. It was a bloodred liquid, contained in a flask shaped as a Chinese dragon. The potion seemed to radiate some red light as well, just before turning yellow altogether.

"Can I help you?" asked a crackling voice from behind the counter. Phaedras noticed a small but ancient-looking man.

"I'm planning on going into battle soon, and I'd like to see some of your most potent potions" He said.

"Ah, I see. May I know which creatures you expect to fight? Or are you looking for quick healing potions? I should have a Cantabrian back-on-your-feet here somewhere" And the old man started looking over to a few shelves behind him, rumbling some flasks out of the way.

"I'm good for healing potions, potion seller. I'm looking for something a bit more... specific."

"Let's hear it then, what are you looking for?"

"I will be fighting a powerful necromancer, so I'd like undead oils for my blade. I'd also want some additional protection against his magic, and maybe something that can help turn the battle in my favour." The potion seller raised an eyebrow.

"A necromancer, eh? Where'd you find one of them? They've been beaten a thousand years ago by the Immortal Queen Namrodia!"

"I only seek the materials to defeat one, not to tell a story. So do you have what I'm looking for?" The little man seemed to take that as a personal insult to his abilities.

"Of course I have what you're looking for! You're talking to the Grand Alchemist of our capital. If I don't have it, it doesn't exist! Let me see..." This time, he looked under the counter, where Phaedras could hear the rattling of glass bottles.

"Very potent undead oil, this one. Incapacitates any undead upon touch, it's potent enough to kill them, should you cut an open wound with your blade. It's worthless when fighting other creatures though, beware not to spill it." The bottle's content was dark white, if that makes any sense. It looked white, but dirty. The old man went to one of the shelves close to the door and climbed up a ladder. He dug another flask from one of the shelves.

"Drink this in one swig, and you'll find yourself immune to even the darkest magic for at least an hour. Probably longer, but this shop guarantees only a full hour. Beware though, powerful mages can still cut through this defensive barrier, but it will take them a lot of time and effort." He put the flask on the counter, next to the dirty white bottle.

"And finally, something to give you an edge... let's see here" He scratched his chin and let his eyes go over the shelves. Eventually he picked up the bottle shaped as a Chinese dragon. Phaedras noticed that the liquid had turned from yellow to lightblue. "There you go, now that'll be..."

"Hold on!" Phaedras said "what does that one do?" The little alchemist looked at the small dragon flask.

"It gives you an edge to win the battle. It's called dragon's breath. Hold on, I have an empty vial, let me show you." The shopkeeper got an empty vial from under his counter. It was exactly alike the one on the table, dragon shaped, but it had no potion in it.

"When you press here..." The man pressed a button in the dragon's neck "...you can see its mouth open on the other side" And indeed, the dragon's glass mouth opened.

"Make sure you point the dragon to your enemies, and anything you want dead or destroyed. This vial creates the most potent fire when exposed to air. The flask itself is heavily enchanted to protect the user. It's best to imagine this potion as a portable dragon to breath fire on your enemies. I should also mention that it only has one use, so use it wisely." Phaedras the warlock nodded,

"this will do, how much do I owe you?"

"Two standard potions, extra strong, means twenty gold coins. The Dragon's breath is a bit more costly, forty gold coins in total." Phaedras summoned forty gold coins from his moneypouch and put them on the table.

"Pleasure doing business." said the potion seller when Phaedras loaded the potions in his backpack.

Later that night, Immortal Queen Namrodia's palace

Phaedras struck the hundredth blow of the evening. Each of the onehundred Royal Guardsmen now laid dead. It was just as his research had pointed out. The anonymous and invincible guards of the queen were no more than Undead creatures, their skeletonlike features disguised by their armour. All it took to defeat them was a capable swordfighter with a blade treated with undead oils.

Now, Phaedras entered the throne room. The cold, dark granite room had only one entrance: the large door through which he had entered. There was only one window: a large, cathedral-like stained glass depiction of the Queen's victory against an army of necromancers, and her foundation of the mortal kingdom.

On the throne sat a woman. She was a gorgeous blonde, wearing what seemed to be a ragged dress: the remains of what she had worn a thousand years ago during the great war. Even though she was ancient, she still looked like she was in her early twenties, a charming young lady. But, unknown to her kingdom, she was not just immortal, she was a necromancer herself. She had vouched to destroy all of the undead kings, gaining support from the mortals. It all lead to her being the last remaining necromancer in the mortal world. She could raise armies from the dead, and her most loyal servants, like her Royal Guards, were secretly no more than reanimated skeletons. Phaedras had discovered this secret several months ago, and ever since he was burned on destroying her, the last necromancer. Only then could the dead finally have their deserved rest.

You want potions to help in battle? Well, you've come to the right place. Let me see... You'll be wanting some Snoff-Wallop; that is the stuff that incapacitated four rogue elephants at last year's Midsummer Festival. Strong stuff and, providing you don't breath it in, will greatly help you on the battle field. Just chuck this bottle over the wall in a siege and wipe out four battalions in one go. Yes, you'll want some of that.

Hmmm, you should ingest some powdered Hiklyniggles approximately a half hour before you charge into battle. Besides helping with indigestion, it will increase your reflexes and ability to predict attacks. Sort of slows time around you. It's called time dilation. Trust me it works.... But be careful. If you use it too early you'll mess with your bowel movements.

Ooh, I almost forgot! You'll need half a bottle of Goosen Fluff. This stuff will raise your enemies from the dead and make them fight for your cause. Eh, you may want to be careful though. The undead hardly ever actually know which side they are fighting on. So you might want to use Goosen Fluff as a last resort. (That's also why you only get half a bottle.)

That brings me to my rarest, most secretive, and highly expensive potion: Essence of Thyme. I can only allow you to have one drop of it. This potion, when ingested, will give you four hours of unlimited power. During that time, nothing can kill you, and you can control most everything. There is a down side however... The more things you do, uh... the bigger your... uh.... well let's see how's best to put this. The more you do while under the influence of Essence of Thyme the more virile you get. Or to put it another way, the bigger your tool of creation gets. And believe me, it is painful...

Well, that's about it. Go! Conquer your enemies.... and pay me before you go. It will cost you one hundred forty two million, three hundred twenty one thousand, two hundred and one ducats. Please pay up front... I don't except IOU's.