The vial's cool glass yields under your grip, spilling a viscous crimson elixir down your throat—tart and metallic, like blood-forged wine. Warmth blooms in your chest, threads of fire stitching torn flesh and mending cracked bones with a tingling surge. Strength returns in pulses, the potion's glow fading from your veins as wounds seal seamlessly.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Potion | Healing Potion (2d4 + 2) |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).