Liquid Inferno is a very rare potion. It is brewed in the deepest layers of the Nine Hells. Among its ingredients are Cindersoot and crushed Hell Hound Fangs.
But using this potion comes at a price. You see, the fire inside is alive and angry. It remembers. It remembers its cage. It remembers who tried to tame it. And so, every time Liquid Inferno is unleashed, it seeks a soul to anchor itself to.
Some say those who wield it too often begin to change, their veins glow, their breath smokes, and their dreams are filled with the crackle of burning cities.
To drink is to become fire, to throw is to betray the earth, to own is to never be cold again…
Long ago, when Hither was still whole and untouched by foul magic, the swamplands hummed with quiet magic. A young alchemist who lived deep in a willow discovered that a dying wisp would whisper truths not meant for the waking world.
Moved by its sorrow, she brewed an elixir that bound the memory, voice and essence of the dying wisp. She decorated the bottle to make it feel like Hither, to make it feel like home. She called it Whispering Wisp Elixir, an elixir that grants the drinker the ability to perceive the presence of souls and glimpse veiled truths.
