The right eye, the clan-given biological one of birth, was becoming an issue. Even in the bright torchlight, Khorvis was having some difficulty focusing on the objects in front of him. Whether it was destructive rage that ate at him from within or just plain, simple old age, he was losing that half of his sight - and it filled him with a cold panic. Few were the foes which he would not square against, but no orc could conquer the grinding march of years.
On the other cheek, the eldritch oculus so "lovingly" crafted by the Grim felmancers and improved upon by Bloodscream was functioning with the perfect precision of arcane clockworks. If he closed his right eye, Khorvis could focus the other with such excruciating clarity that he could see the dust collecting in the dead pores of a leather-bound tome that counted among the loot.
Khorvis tersely grunted and flipped the book open to distract himself from the recurring existential dread. Contained within was a peculiar manuscript from the Kul Tiran Tidesages, detailing what could only be described as part medicine, part religious ritual, and wholly insane.
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It had been widely speculated in some academic circles that the earliest ancestors of the orc race upon Draenor were fungal in nature, spreading spore colonies or something similar. Khorvis had always scoffed such rumors and largely spat upon anyone who might make such a jest that his ancestors were mushrooms. Still, he kept reading if only to keep his mind occupied.
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Here Bloodstar truly did let out a laugh. Anyone foolish enough to attempt this recipe would need to move quickly, as N'Zoth's carapace lay rotting in that festering city of Nya'lotha. Maybe some of those cysts still seethed, but not for long. As for the fungarian crowns, the orc had his own encounters with those devilish myconids and would rather let sleeping spores lie. He flipped to the last page.
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His fleshy eye widened as he finished the passage. "Now that do be something," Khorvis breathed. "A healing medicine for the eye." The additions concerning worship of the Old Gods did not worry him as he dismissed it as cultist babble, but the poultice was of great interest. The ingredients would need to be cross-referenced against the many tomes on poisons and toxins that the Archivist kept under key, but their potency was in no doubt.
Khorvis was not one to waste time when an idea took hold in his skull. Risks be damned, and especially if those risks could be offloaded onto a fresh Supplicant. Shoving his 'trick or treat' trophies off of the Desk of Resolve, save the Tome of Stormshrooms, he began to pen a letter to Supplicant Ristikus Brandt...
((OOC:
This is the Trial of Combat for Ristikus. I thought it would be a nice gauge of your ability to complete an achievement, swing by some Burning Crusade content where you can exercise some creativity, and finally get in some raid-time. It also allows you to be both a combatant and pursue some healing.
The Tome in question is an actual TRP3 item I made in-game. The icon above is a link to wago.io with an import string that anyone can use to add to their database. Alternatively, I can just hand it to you in game. Users must have the TRP3 Extended module installed.
The OOC requirements are listed in the Recipe section. I expect you to write a report at the end (screenshots always help convey a story) and creativity earns high marks. I can't write for other characters, so I did use Khorvis as the jumping off point, but this is Ristikus's story, so please do make it so.
))