Nothing like a cup of tea... (open)

[livesarejuststories]

It really isn't a difficult endeavour. She has access enough to money when she needs it, and favours are always good to trade. So, with incentive and materials offered, witches can always be found to brew potions.

And Lagertha has them brewed then dried. The dry ingredients go into a tin and a few pouches. From there, she only needs to put a little of the mixture or a single pouch into either loose leaf tea or into store containers of it.

Just a season's greetings from the Other Realm.

And perhaps a little bit of a reminder to the Night Council that fae do not take well to being ignored when the time for invitations to be sent comes.

Puppy love: Tea brewed with this mixture in it causes innocent, harmless attraction, very much a 'crush.' It lasts for about a week, depending on how much tea was consumed, but it generally only manifests with mild nervousness, some daydreams, and other such symptoms.

True lust: This effect is far more carnal. The sex driver of the drinker increases dramatically with a single association as a focal point. Reckless behaviour is noticeably more likely, and such things as climbing a wall to gain (welcomed) entry is extremely possible.

Only you: The darkest of the displays of attraction, this causes those under its influence to need to possess the object of their desire. Mind, body, and soul are all yearned for. Those who fall under its sway are prone to stalking, aggressively chasing away perceived rivals, and possibly even resulting in violence against others or the object of their "affection."

Generally, the object of devotion, in any case, is the first person seen or interacted with after having consumed the laced tea.


(This log is for any and all who wish to participate in the plot, but reactions to the tea do not have to be in this post. If there are questions, feel free to ask them here!)

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Backdated to 19th of course

[knightscode]

Lancelot has been digging around for a while now looking into this. He's had witches investigate, even asked other fae, and his general idea is that it is fae work but... that doesn't tell him who is responsible. Nor does it tell him where to find them.

So he asks around, checks cameras near spiked stores -- and finds himself utterly and ridiculously frustrated when he turns up nothing. Which, he supposes, he should have expected when dealing with a possible fae. Yet still, it's maddening, and he's walking away from another dead end (Faolan grumbling in tow, barely resisting the urge to launch himself at anyone who even looks at Lancelot wrong) when he senses it.

Fae.

Fae magic is distinctive, and it could easily enough be just another fae -- one he's spoken to before, even -- but Lancelot is desperate enough to investigate any lead at this point. There has to be someone who knows something about this after all. It cannot really be true that nobody saw anything, so if he just keeps digging...

He waves Faolan to stay back behind him and begins to follow the sense of magic, footsteps light and careful as he tries to pinpoint where it might be coming from. Hopefully he isn't walking into a trap.