You hurl the vial, and charred othur fumes erupt in a swirling plume of acrid black haze, tendrils coiling like scorched serpents through the air. The smoke clings to skin and armor, blistering flesh with invisible heat that sears deeper than flame, leaving trails of weeping sores and the stench of burnt herbs lingering long after. Eyes water and throats constrict as the fumes burrow in, a lingering curse that weakens limbs and clouds the mind.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Explosive | Burnt Othur Fumes |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).