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Grindell held up the clear flask of liquid. He smiled with satisfaction. For months he had toiled, had started down false paths, to finally arrive at this. With the reverence such an accomplishment deserved, Grindell set the flask down and stoppered it. He turned to his latest volume of notebooks and made an entry.

'Test of last batch completed with test subject ( a mountain kobold ) completing his task. After drinking liquid the kobold faced the Mountain Gron without hesitation and fought in ways no kobold had seen before. The kobold survived but soon after the fight he reverted to his races ways and proceeded to run with great vigor from me. I hold a lock of the Gron's hair as testament to the kobold's attack.

Having perfected the process of alchemy to create this formula it is time for a name.'

Grindell thought for a moment here. What exactly would he call this potion. It contained the distilled attributes of a cunning rogue. Distilled by means of an object this rogue had called its own. The device to break this essence into a liquid form had cost Grindell all of his fortune, and the fortune of his cartel. Then Grindell smiled as the name revealed itself.

Essence.

Grindell began packing his device, his notebooks and his small alchemical lab. Now that the final field test was complete he would have to find the means to create Essence from the realms most worthy hero's and villain's. It was time for lore collecting and then, raids.

(dun dun dun)

((Oh noes! I better hide my Explodium recipe! No one can bottle it, unless they want to pay royalties!))


((Also, I know, Gnome sounds like a Goblin. It's funny in context.))

' The hair from the Gron would prove useful in proving that essence is viable. Problem is stupid creditors are on my heals. The next part is going to be tricky. Lucky for me there are several parties whom I can turn to. The Alliance will provide some useful items. If I can keep them money grubbing losers, what I owes, from getting ahold of me.'

Word had reached the old bull that the goblins were Up To Something again. The name "Grindell" had been coming up again and again in messages from Plains' contacts. Something about a new distillation called "Essence".

His "potential trouble" sense tingling, the venerable old tauren set about a course of action that was, he felt, both appropriate, and, most likely to cause the greatest amount of mayhem with the least amount of personal involvement.

Some time later......

An unmarked package arrives on Grindell's doorstep, courtesy of the AAMS. Inside is a note reading only "for your project -P", and one large, pristine, and slightly luminous ... egg.

'Now this is what I was talking about' Grindell mumbled to the package. Inside was a simple note signed by the letter P, and a large luminous egg. He had seen the package delivered and had to wait to make sure no one was around before grabbing the package. After being satisfied that non of his creditors was waiting for him he grabbed and went a few blocks further. Now what could this egg be? What could it do? Only one real way to find out. Distill its essence and make a potion. Just to be safe though, Grindell would dupe someone to try it out. Never smart to use a non-tested potion on yourself. How many story tellers told of one crazy alchemist or another who did that, and became some slimy creature or another. This egg, what ever it was, had come at just the right time. Especially if it turned out to give super normal powers. Grindell slapped his hands together in excited anticipation.

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' The egg is interesting. I have a person to look it over for me. That being said what I need is something a bit more useful. Consulting with many of the lore masters, a name has come up. This creature had a strong sense of what could be called diabolic mastery. The name is Creatpr. A lich it is rumored. Now to track any of the objects Creator used himself. Time to make the rounds in tracking what will be the object to make an essence.'