Durok's Tea
A tea Durok brews from foul-smelling herbs. He made it for the party in the Great Hall the morning they left Coldpeak to go after Tarn (Session 23). “This will taste horrible.” He offered to drink it with Alina so she wouldn’t drink alone. Then he said she’d rather not know what was in it.
The herbs aren’t rare. What matters is the blessing on them, the blessing of roots, and Durok admits he isn’t sure how much of the effect comes from it. He thinks most of it does.
What It Does
You have to drink the whole cup and keep it down while it does its work. It turns your stomach, and for about ten minutes you’re poisoned. After that you can eat something to settle it.
For as long as it takes to digest, the mountain overlooks you. You don’t turn invisible, and nothing hides you. Arveth is very far away, has a great many things to attend to, and simply passes over you.
Durok thought it might show its drinker more than it showed him. It did. Alina drank it, and on her first look around the Great Hall she saw what Durok had only been able to feel: faint striations spreading out from the place where the meals are held, running across the floor and out of the hall, and down into the ground like the roots of a young tree spreading wider than the part you can see. Whatever was dropped there is taking root.
Getting It Down
Not everyone can. If you can’t make yourself drink enough of it, it doesn’t come back up. You just can’t finish the cup, and you can’t bring yourself to try again until about as long as it would have taken to digest. Father Joseph found it harder than anyone and couldn’t manage it. Neither could River.
Durok left each of the four a satchel with two doses, and he’ll teach the brew to anyone who asks.