A commissioned piece inspired from a story of one of my forum goers.

Snippet of the story follows:

After a time, Korgoss heard the footsteps of the froglok, who drew near the fire, and seated himself. The shaman watched the paladin from the corner of his eye, but Arrek seemed to have composed himself, the only sign of his distress a haunted look in his eyes.

The troll stirred the slowly thickening potion, wondering if the paladin would interrupt him with questions, but the froglok seemed content to sit and observe in silence. Oddly, he found the froglok’s quiet company not unwelcome.

The shaman finally removed the potion from the heat, and added a last ingredient. Another low chant, and a final stir, and the liquid shimmered slightly as the magick completed. The troll pulled a small bottle from his pack, and began to decant a measure of the viscous liquid into it. He sealed it carefully. Another, larger, bottle followed, and a third. When the third bottle was full, the small pot was empty.