'Enough is enough... I ... WILL... NOT...ABIAAARGH!!!'

-Final Words of rebellious peasant Garret Polhamus

A simple mixture of Friel Root and Ried stone shavings, followed by a powerful magical evocation produces a dark grey liquid with the ability to dampen emotional investment. The theory was that the chemicals supplemented by magical compound would produce among most humanoid creatures a dampening effect on emotion. All tests were conducted on imprisoned rebels, showing a positive correlation between those taken the concoction and their emotional stimulus when met with the injustices of the king. No longer fiery, they seemed submissive and willing to return to their station. It appeared as though it was a success, king Hareth eager to mass produce and distribute among the masses.

For awhile, the kingdom was docile, until the first testee, tilling to his fields, was met with one of the king's tax collectors. Many of the altercations once held over the unjust taxes had been a thing of the past, allowing collectors to claim taxes with little hardship. It was until this day, that an unknown variable of the potion came into effect. Met with a cocky arrogant tax collector, the peasant was given an ultimatum, give up his farm or give up one of this daughters. Met with a flood of emotion that had been stored away til this day, the effects of the drug faded, and the peasant snapped. With an emotion so powerful, his hatred and anger had formed a metaphysical flame that immoliated him and the tax collector until both were nothing but cinder.

From then on, the flames of abstract, became the flames of physical, taking many avenues. Those who were once in love, their relationship deadened by the concoction, would meet in one last fiery tryst. Those with a passionate enthusiasm for music, would be set ablaze with their instrument as they continued on with one final fiery crescendo. The king's kingdom was burning to the ground, because he could not contain the raw emotions of his people. With the smoldering remains of his kingdom, he made it so that Passion Purge would be banned from his kingdom.

Still, Passion Purge circulates among Thieves Guilds and Black Markets, often used as a tool for assassinations. Only strong magics or divinations can cancel out the weight of the potion's effects. It is said that though they burn physically, those who imbibe the potion do not feel any pain once immoliated, allowing them one final chance to indulge in their passion before their bodies cease to function. They feel only the strongest passion they've invested the most emotion towards.

1d4 Weeks before the dampening ends. Please consult a physician if body combusts.

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Summer may be winding down (in most places), but the fires of imagination still burn bright.
Thousands upon thousands of years ago, role-playing was invented by our ancestors. Long before the first wheel rolled down a hill, and long before the first loaf of bread was sliced, early humans sat around their caves regaling each other with tales of gods, creatures, heroes and villains, and entertaining themselves with impersonations, play-acting, and role-reversals. All this was made possible by the roaring FIRES inside their caves, which warmed their bodies, roasted their meats, and shone light on their faces.

This month we celebrate FIRE and Role-Playing!

'The Quest revolves around the element of FIRE. Water, Air, and Earth need not apply.
Items, Locations, NPCs, or Plots. All are welcome as long as FIRE is involved! Don your asbestos suits and enter with us, into the all-consuming inferno that is this month's Quest!'

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