An ear piercing wail rattled through Redflare's skull as a slain Etherum Overlord faded into the Nether. As his vision cleared, he noticed a strange bottle tucked within the wrappings the once encased the banished Etheral.
Upon further inspection, the bottle seemed to have a strange essence within, twisting and writhing around the glass tube. A slight smirk spread upon his face, causing the sides of his mask to tighten.
Peculiar object.. I wonder why Ameer told me to drink it..Oh well... It cannot be too bad, can it? Bottoms up!
As he popped the cork off the top of the tube, and downed the contents into his mouth, his knees buckled from the force of a blow to his mind, much to that of an attack to the skull. His vision blurred, and he staggered about for a few moments, losing his footing on the dry rocky ground and plummeting face first into a murky pool of water.
He forced himself to look up, and as his vision returned to normal, he noticed a vast amount of Etherum essences gliding about, and everything seemed to sway back and forth. As he regained his composure, he noticed a strange, sweet taste lingering in his mouth, and everything around him seemed to come out at him more vivid than before.
Damn! This is what those Etherals see? This is wicked! Good thing I never tried Bloodthistle.. This has to be a lot better than that junk! I gotta find more!
Now with a severe Etherum essence craving, he goes crazy, slaying them left and right, stealing their vials while they were preoccupied, and even stealing them from their hands just as they were about to drink the sweet concoction.
As his stash begin to fill up his pack, he took a break with a happy sigh, and took a drink from one of the vials before retrieving his hearthstone from his pack, and rubbing it to teleport back to the Aldor Rise and store his stash for another day.