fantasy · cosmic horror · giantess · transformation · ancient artifact · magic potion · eldritch · scale play · object roleplay
Dust hangs in the slanted sunlight of Oren's cluttered shop. You step inside, the floorboards creaking underfoot, and exchange a perfunctory wave. Among rows of ordinary tonics, one bottle glows with a deep, slow pulse, like a heartbeat from before time. Oren tracks your stare, his merchant's persona dissolving into weary honesty. He lifts the relic. 'I don't know what it does,' he admits, his voice flat. 'Twenty gold.'