Poisoned

Exposed to a strange substance in the air, struck by a weapon coated with a unique substance, sitting in the tavern eating your favorite meal, grasping your trusty weapon or donning your armor. These are simply a sample of the many ways one can be poisoned. There are many skilled Assassins throughout Arelia that make their living off of these arts of death dealing. Poison is a pragmatic and easily acquired tool of many an Assassin or Adventurer. Be weary friend, that mead you drink, may well be your last.
Imagine, being struck with a fume, liquid or spore that renders your body incapable of performing at it peak efficiency as it struggles to fight off the effects of this substance that plagues it. Your eyes begin to water as your vision blurs. Your hands begin to shake with uncontrollable tremors of pain or the effects of the poison within your very blood. You hear that constant ringing in your ears inhibiting your focus in battle. Your body convulses as your stomach attempts to wretch the substance from within you and purge your body of this vile thing. Once can easily see how this would affect you in battle to be sure. Consider however, how this would affect you in the conduct of simpler tasks. Perhaps you are trying to convince a noble to sponsor you and your comrades on an expedition and suddenly you wretch all over his fine silken clothing. Ah, pity, seems you will have to find your own means. Trying to escape your interrogators who forced some strange toxin into your body and suddenly your muscles begin convulsing right as you are about to leap across a gap causing you to flail like a tossed doll. You land in a pit filled with wooden spikes tipped with yet another toxin. Your body screams in protest as you attempt to free yourself and yet your muscles refuse to obey your commands as if turned to solid stone. Freedom was so close. Now so very far away. These are the kinder forms as well. Any assassin worth their title will know of several toxins that will cause painful and excruciating death. The cunning, know of the same kinds only with a great delay in the symptoms. That noble Lady you were to protect now is dead and you and your comrades are the only ones in the room at the time of her death. Try explaining your way out of that to her royal guards. Ah but you failed to realize, you were poisoned as well with another toxin, one that made your mind muddle as thoughts fail to form in your head. Such a perfect little scapegoat you all are. Be weary adventurer. There are many ways those like you have been killed before and much more created since. Yet all this pales in comparison to what nature holds. You see, no matter the cunning of mortals, nature proves herself to be a far more cunning and silent killer. Care for a drink?

Type

Physiological