![]() "Huh." Daniel flinched as his lantern ran out of oil before turning right again, moving through a door into another section of the wine cellar. It was a map of the area, nothing out of the way of walls and stairs. It's corners were curled outwards as if it was some kind of exotic flower, he held his lantern up to see the faded lines on the page. Daniel shook his head and continued right then forward towards a piece of paper which had been pinned up on the wall. "Who cares? He left us enough wine to last us a lifetime, or at least until tomorrow!" The two men laughed, something which sounded like glasses clanging together and liquid sloshing echoed through the room as the laughing faded away and everything once again fell silent, albeit eerily so. "Where did the Baron go?" A man yelled, his voice was slurred and jovial. As he moved towards the wall he thought he heard something strange, as he stopped to listen something in the back of his mind flicked and the sound was amplified as if it was happening right in front of him. He finally stepped onto solid ground, gazing around him at the place which was the cellar. Daniel exhaled deeply, relishing in the very brief moment before opening his eyes and setting off down the corridor into the wine cellar with a little more enthusiasm than before. ![]() No murdering Alexander or memory loss, just warmth and sunlight and peace. Daniel stood for a moment, basking in it's light and just for a moment he was in a different place, no mysterious shadow or crazy castle. He located a mounted wall torch and lit it with a tinderbox, the yellow flame burst into life and snapped angrily at his hand, casting shadows over the walls and ceiling. It was darker down here than in the Laboratory and to his dismay the lantern was almost empty, so Daniel decided to put his tinderboxes to good use. Daniel started down the stone stairs that led into the Wine cellar, turning left and moving down some more. "Are these getting easier or am I getting stronger?" He wondered aloud, of course, no one answered him. He pocketed the key again and pushed against the door which swung open without much effort. He produced the large key from his pocket and pushed it into the lock, twisting it until a loud thunk echoed through the room as it unlocked. Stepping back into the Entrance hall, he ascended the stairs and crossed the short space between the Laboratory and the Wine Cellar. It gave way rather quickly, making him wonder whether he was just imagining things before. Sighing again, which he seemed to be doing a lot of recently, he shoved the red door open with his should. "Maybe I was the one making the vitae?" He tested out the thought, but none of it rang true in his mind. Shaking his head he almost forgot about the possible monsters that were lurking as he left the laboratory and ascended the old stairs, creaking under his weight. How did he know those chemicals? He hadn't read about them, well, save the ones that were in the note. "Aqua Regia, Cuprite, Calamine and Orpiment." He stood still, listening to the room as he came to terms with what he'd said. four chemicals." He counted down on his fingers. So I need to go into the Wine cellar to get them. He had to get into the Refinery, which was blocked by the red organic tissue. Maybe the acid would get through that, and he could get in.Įxcited, he planned out what he had to do aloud, in case anyone was listening. So the chemicals he would probably have to find were acidic? He thought about the record and re-read it, paying special attention to the section where the vitae was described. I might be able to use the recipe, but I'm losing hope that I will find an alchemic solution to my predicament.ĭaniel raised an eyebrow. Organic tissue reacts especially violently to the solution and should be handled with the greatest care. The solution is highly acidic and proves impractical to put to any use except as a detergent. This time I will attempt Aqua Regia instead or Aqua Fortis in hope it will produce a more even solution. The former compounds lacked the potency I need, but I sense I'm close. ![]() This is my third attempt to produce artificial Vitae. ![]() Daniel picked up the jar and examined it, placing it carefully back onto the desk and picked up the note and rubbed his eyes before continuing to read. A glass beaker sat next to a hand-scribbled note, it's transparent surface glinting with non-existent light. He half-heartedly looked over the desk again and was surprised to see something he'd missed. He pulled himself up and grabbed his lantern, debating whether or not it was worth turning it on and deciding he could see just fine. He yawned and sat himself up, eyes still groggy from his sleep. Daniel woke up some time later in the same place, though you wouldn't be able to tell if time had actually passed. ![]()
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