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Potion of Temporal Vitality

potion (consumable), common

Potion of Temporal Vitality

When you uncork this potion, its liquid shimmers with an otherworldly glow. The label reads, “Borrowed from Tomorrow’s You!” in elegant script. As you take a sip, you feel a surge of energy, but something feels… off.

Healing

When you drink the Potion of Temporal Vitality, you regain hit points. It’s like a warm hug from your future self!

Necrotic Debt

However, the magic comes with a price. At the start of your next turn, you suffer necrotic damage as your borrowed vitality is reclaimed by the time-stream. This damage cannot be reduced by any means.

Lore

The tunnels of the Underdark echoed with the distant wails of tortured souls. Vaelen stumbled, blood-soaked and wounded. His dagger had failed him against the Umbral Stalker, a creature born of nightmares. Its claws had torn through his ribs, leaving him gasping for breath.
In the dim light, Vaelen’s trembling hand found a vial—a potion he’d stolen from a rival drow alchemist. The label was cryptic: “Elixir of Temporal Vitality - Borrowed from Tomorrow's you.” Desperation drove him to uncork it. The liquid tasted like regret and hope.
As the potion slid down his throat, Vaelen’s wounds closed. His vision sharpened, and he felt invincible. The Umbral Stalker lunged, but Vaelen danced aside, his movements fluid as moonlight on water. He struck back, blade meeting shadow, and for a moment, he was a whirlwind of vengeance.
He glimpsed his future—a triumphant strike, the creature’s demise. Victory hung on a razor’s edge. But then, the shadows twisted, mocking him.
The borrowed vitality slipped away. Vaelen’s veins burned. The Umbral Stalker’s claws found their mark. He staggered, vision blurring. The potion’s magic had been a cruel jest—a mere breath of defiance.
Vaelen glimpsed his own death—the abyss swallowing him whole. He made peace with it. The potion had granted him seconds, not eternity. As darkness claimed him, Vaelen’s last thought was of Lysandra—the bard who’d sung forgotten suns into his life. Perhaps she’d find his body, whispering tales of borrowed valor.
And so, in the cold embrace of the Underdark, Vaelen surrendered. His crimson eyes closed, and the shadows welcomed him home.
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