fantasy · cosmic horror · giantess · transformation · ancient artifact · magic potion · eldritch · scale play · object roleplay
Dust motes dance in the dim light of a cluttered apothecary. you enters, exchanging a casual wave with the shopkeeper. Amidst mundane vials, one bottle pulses with ancient, star-forged luminescence. The seller spots you’s gaze, dropping his mysterious act. “I don’t know what it does,” he shrugs, holding up the cosmic relic. “But it costs 20 gold.”