Evil Apothecary

The Evil Apothecary is a Nether Brick shack kept by a zombified cleric.

Signs of Civilization

The heat here pulls the moisture from your very heart. Minutes become hours and days, wandering mindlessly through this scorched alien wasteland. My mind was half to madness when I found this unholy shack become oasis in its milieu. A trick of the eye, I was so sure at first.

A zombie dwelt in the run-down structure. It seemed he concocted and sold powerful elixirs before submitting to the vile influence of this land. That must have been long ago. Pools of torrid lava roiled and spattered beneath the decrepit roof, waving me off with flying cinders. With nowhere else to go and low on supplies, I entered.

In the sweltering miasma of that place, I subdued the keeper and performed the purification rite using one of his own potions. Turning to browse the crumbling wares, I found a shelved flagon containing the rare residue of an Incarnation philter. The cache behind the counter bore tear-crystals of the great white wraiths that roam the blue wastes. What finds were these!

But the most precious find of all was that substance most foreign to this otherworld: Water! Clean and blue, and so, so mercifully boundless. Somehow the Testificate had found a way to stabilize water here. I marvelled at the unexpected depth of that fount, and what volume of spirits had risen from its wrought basin.

The keeper wakes presently. He says he has stories for me. That if I can help him remember, he has something very precious to offer…