Chris had a condundrum. He could continue trying to gather ingredients for potions since he had been completely kidnapped without any witch supplies, or he could make due with what he had been able to come up with, see if he can make substitutions and hope the potion actually did what it was supposed to.
Not wanting to rely strictly on his own magical abilities, he decided on potion making. Which lead to his next problem. What kind of a potion to make? Chris had no idea what kind of problems or monsters here were likely, and to top it all off, he was relying on his own memory. While he had started reconstructing the Halliwell Book of Shadows in his domain, it was far from finished. Also, that book was huge. And memory? Was imperfect.
Maybe he needed to come up with a memory potion later. That was a good idea actually. But not going to help his current problem.
Chris had lined up the ingredients he had come up with, consisting of a variety of herbs, roots, animal organs or body parts, along with a soup pot he really hoped no one was planning on using any time soon. He'd wash it, he promised.
"What do you think? I probably can make a sleeping potion--there's enough variability with those, a stun potion--those are similar enough to sleep. I might be able to do an explosive but I'm missing a bird feather. Or, smoke bomb." Chris winced a little, unsure. " I don't think I quite have enough for acid or poisons yet without finding a Walmart nearby."
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Not wanting to rely strictly on his own magical abilities, he decided on potion making. Which lead to his next problem. What kind of a potion to make? Chris had no idea what kind of problems or monsters here were likely, and to top it all off, he was relying on his own memory. While he had started reconstructing the Halliwell Book of Shadows in his domain, it was far from finished. Also, that book was huge. And memory? Was imperfect.
Maybe he needed to come up with a memory potion later. That was a good idea actually. But not going to help his current problem.
Chris had lined up the ingredients he had come up with, consisting of a variety of herbs, roots, animal organs or body parts, along with a soup pot he really hoped no one was planning on using any time soon. He'd wash it, he promised.
"What do you think? I probably can make a sleeping potion--there's enough variability with those, a stun potion--those are similar enough to sleep. I might be able to do an explosive but I'm missing a bird feather. Or, smoke bomb." Chris winced a little, unsure. " I don't think I quite have enough for acid or poisons yet without finding a Walmart nearby."