The target falls asleep and cannot be awakened. This version requires rare soporific herbs.
A faint mist of crushed soporific herbs swirls from your palm, carrying the scent of wilted nightshade and damp earth. It coils around the target's face, eyelids fluttering as irises glaze over in unnatural hush. Limbs slacken like sodden ropes, breath slows to a rhythmic whisper, body collapsing into unyielding slumber, sealed from all rousing touch or clamor.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).