:: Random Item—Froggy's Fire ::

Froggy’s Fire

by Wm Jay Carter III, 6/12/15

a ranai

Beverages: Muddy Water

Culture: Ranai

Condition: Intact, Small

Color: Pink

Keyword: Wild Fire

The celebrating ranai pull you in for a drink. One of them tosses you a thimble-sized glass bottle stoppered with a tiny bulbed cork. Inside, you see what you assume to be slightly bloody muddy water. As you consider the wisdom of drinking such a gift, the ranai go back to toasting with the stuff, downing the contents of their bottles in a flash. Thinking such a small bottle of anything couldn’t possibly do much harm, you yank off the cork, toast to whatever the Ranai were toasting, and knock back the drink.

Immediately, you feel as though the ground has been lit on fire, the searing pain shooting up toward your head, causing you to jump into the air on impulse. Next, your hands feel as though they have been plunged into acid, the resulting unpleasantness following the searing pain. Just as you begin dreading the idea of what might happen next, the discomfort suddenly stops, and you realize one of your legs has shot out at an embarrassing angle, your hands are curled up in pain, and your face has frozen with a look of horror.

The ranai laugh at you.

:: Random Item—Luz Roxa's Roux of Revelation ::

Luz Roxa’s Roux of Revelation

by Wm Jay Carter III, 6/12/15

a ranai bulb-lantern bearer

Edibles: Peanuts

Culture: Ranai

Condition: Hot, Wet

Color: Violet

Keyword: Paradigm

The ranai exemplar beckons you to sit beside her at the fire. She reaches into her pack and produces a small flat tin. Opening it, she waves it under her nostrils; you see a brown mashed paste and catch a waft of the nutty scent. Satisfied with the smell, she scoops the tin’s contents into the pot on the fire and quickly adds several violet petals, stirring vigorously.
Invoking the name of her patron, the ranai whispers a few words and there is a poof! as a cloud of smoke rises from the pot. Scooping out a spoonful of the nutty roux—now a deep purple—she offers it to you. The moment it touches your tongue, the world lights up with a network of violet lines—the veins of the leaves on the trees, the veins pulsing through the ranai exemplar, and, you notice with a giddy feeling, the veins in your own body.