Bottled Storm

As you stroll around the shop floor admiring the shelves of potions, one in particular catches your eye.

The blue swirls, bright white flashes, and the soft grumbling sound draws you closer. Something about it feels almost animalistic.

Instinctively your arm reaches out to grab it, but then you hear a shout from the other side of the room.

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DON'T TOUCH THAT!

You look at him startled, your hand shooting back.

Sorry, I just couldn't let you grab that so fast. That is a bottled storm. Very dangerous. In fact... maybe I shouldn't leave that lying around.
He grabs the bottle and places it in a small drawer, leaving it open, unlocked.
If you want to look, look. Don't touch!

It's so pretty, wow.
You can't take your eyes off it. Something about it is so enchanting.

Later I'll show you my others. Bottled Rainbows, Floods, stuff like that. They're infinite sources of energy, great for powering small machines. But they're rather dangerous, so people don't really use them anymore. Mostly decorative now. Collectors are big on them, and all the other types of bottles. It's a serious hobby in the sorcerer's world, collecting. I proudly consider myself one.
He flashed you a grin before wandering away to organise shelves on the other side of the room.

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BOTTLED STORM

Ingredients

Six Feathers Of A Stormweaver

Two Drops Of A Tornado

Ten Swigs Of A Tidal Wave

You're curious, and look at the creation date of the potion. Nine hundred years ago. This potion was made nearly nine hundred years ago. Did that make the shop owner the same age? Did he create this potion? He certainly didn't look it.

You call him over and ask about it. Apparently he got it from his great grandfather. Stormweavers apparently went extinct in this realm, so it's difficult to get a hold of their feathers now. How anyone gathers a tornado is anyone's guess.