The mayor is jolted out of his slumber as he hears more people hitting the door to his office and walking in rather loudly. He raises his head in disgust, mumbling incoherent babbling about adventurers and lack of manners, taking rather a while to understand exactly what they're telling him. Immense hangover, one would conclude. As he notices them with the fabled rare flower in their grasp, he, between beastly grunts presses a button on his desk. Moments later, a Hylian robed in white and with the symbols of the goddesses carefully printed into his uniform entered the room carrying a large amount of vials with a red content inside - the antivenom produced from those plants. Grabbing one, the cleric hands them to the adventurer in exchange for his flowers, exiting the room quietly afterwards.

"There you go," the mayor says after a few moments. "You're a little late, though; I heard that those knights are already heading down into the Pass. You've probably missed out on all the action by now, so why don't you just go away and leave me alone!" - he grunts, before the light-headed feeling settles in once more and he falls asleep once more. Now would be a good time to drink the potion... and as you do so, a strange sensation of flame and burning invades your body for a few moments - pain settling in - before vanishing as fast as it appeared, having gained new defenses.

Kuro is now immune to Gohma's poison.

Kin then seen Kuro get a Vial for something. Kin then thought about a rumor of a giant spider. Kuro was going to fight it Kin thought. So Kin ran to get the antidote. Kin knocked on the door."I found the flower now can I get a antidote for ummm...what ever it is for." Kin raised up the flower.

"Sir, I hate to impose but you should stop grumbling around like a drunken buffoon or I'm going to punch you in the nose. As for the flower, I have it here. So I'll be on my way quickly sense your breath smells of a dead cow."

The mayor is jolted out of his slumber as he hears more people hitting the door to his office and walking in rather loudly. He raises his head in disgust, mumbling incoherent babbling about adventurers and lack of manners, taking rather a while to understand exactly what they're telling him. Immense hangover, one would conclude. As he notices them with the fabled rare flower in their grasp, he, between beastly grunts presses a button on his desk. Moments later, a Hylian robed in white and with the symbols of the goddesses carefully printed into his uniform entered the room carrying a large amount of vials with a red content inside - the antivenom produced from those plants. Grabbing one, the cleric hands them to the adventurer in exchange for his flowers, exiting the room quietly afterwards.

"There you go," the mayor says after a few moments. "You're a little late, though; I heard that those knights are already heading down into the Pass. You've probably missed out on all the action by now, so why don't you just go away and leave me alone!" - he grunts, before the light-headed feeling settles in once more and he falls asleep once more. Now would be a good time to drink the potion... and as you do so, a strange sensation of flame and burning invades your body for a few moments - pain settling in - before vanishing as fast as it appeared, having gained new defenses.

Skaar is now immune to Gohma's poison.

Sukotsutsu worked hard on getting this antidote. He know about Gohma because of the fallen heroes fighting the spider. He know everything about the beast, it's weakness and strength. "Hey is anybody there," Sukotsutsu said as he knocked on the door. If I can't beat Gohma then I will fall at the wrath of the Queen, QUEEN GOHME.

The mayor is jolted out of his slumber as he hears more people hitting the door to his office and walking in rather loudly. He raises his head in disgust, mumbling incoherent babbling about adventurers and lack of manners, taking rather a while to understand exactly what they're telling him. Immense hangover, one would conclude. As he notices them with the fabled rare flower in their grasp, he, between beastly grunts presses a button on his desk. Moments later, a Hylian robed in white and with the symbols of the goddesses carefully printed into his uniform entered the room carrying a large amount of vials with a red content inside - the antivenom produced from those plants. Grabbing one, the cleric hands them to the adventurer in exchange for his flowers, exiting the room quietly afterwards.

"There you go," the mayor says after a few moments. "You're a little late, though; I heard that those knights are already heading down into the Pass. You've probably missed out on all the action by now, so why don't you just go away and leave me alone!" - he grunts, before the light-headed feeling settles in once more and he falls asleep once more. Now would be a good time to drink the potion... and as you do so, a strange sensation of flame and burning invades your body for a few moments - pain settling in - before vanishing as fast as it appeared, having gained new defenses.

Sukotsutsu is now immune to Gohma's poison.

The weather seemed to be beating hot, even under the shade of the mountains around the city of Ruto. As if the area became volcanic overnight.

Or maybe it's just my mood

It was these kinds of days when the last thing you wanted to do was talk to the son of Greyblade. He often was a nice to speak to, with a charming smile and an easy-going temper and tolerance. Often, if one swore at him, or simply hated him, he would smile, and think little of it. If they preferred corruption over salvation, that was their choice, and their fate.

But those were mere acts against him. This was not like that at all. Spitting in the face of Hyrule would not be tolerated. This man's very seat of power made him sick to begin with, long ago when he returned to Hyrule. They should re-elect a new mayor. Fast.

He didn't care to be the gentlemen he was. As he approached small manor, it became very clear that it gave every impression that the mayor didn't want to be seeing any more adventurers. Well what can the drunken fool expect? He reached the door, and instead of knock on it, or even simply open it, he raised his leg up, and bashed open the door. He didn't care to observe reactions. He knew that no one would care to stop him. He got to the counter, where countless bottles of liquor lay open and spilled, and he didn't doubt that there was vomit on the other side of the counter. The tingling fury was at its climax when he reached the counter. "YOU FATHERLESS SWINE!" He yelled through his teeth, which at the heat of the moment looked more like fangs. His words were as cold as a blizzard out to be, giving the onlookers a brumal shudder. The cold effect burned in him, and many went pale. They were glad that he was not looking at him with the cold eyes that could scar his enemies. His insulting entrance hung in the air.

When the snow of his words settled down, he continued. "For years, we have been forbidden to go south and face the threat. Only of late did you even come out from your fix of alcohol to answer the king's demands. Listen to me, and listen well, despite your wretched senses: People die every day in the south, and they need our help. I was ordered to protect what is already protected for three years! Ever since I returned your bedeviled trophy that the Goryias are so desperate to take back, I knew one thing about you; you do not deserve that seat. Not even a scout can enter South Hyrule! NOT ONE! The cities of Saria and Mido are in the hands of the Exiles without our help. That is over ten thousand people that are dead, slaves, or worse, and you can do so much as CARE!!" With this he whipped a lethal hand, shaped perfectly like a sword, and cut through all the beer bottles still standing. The clattering of broken glass made it sound like a war was going on in the room. "You HAD the power to do something! Your no better than the Exiles if your next drink is all you live by!" He spat a burning gob of spit at the mayor's face. "How did you get elected? You sleep with someone to make them change their mind? You get the people who counted the votes drunk like yourself? Were you the only candidate? They need a leader, you twit, a LEADER! The last thing they need is you. Know this, when I am done with Queen Gohma, I'm coming for you. It wouldn't surprise me if you tried to poison me then."

His glare shot from the drunk dimwit, slobbering from his hangover, to the cleric. At first his glare was the burning cold he had demonstrated, but he let it relax to a burning anguish. "I have a Deku Spore." He pulled out his bag and passed it to the cleric. "Worry not, friend, my war is not against you." As the cleric disappeared in a back room to fix up the potion from the spores, he looked down at an unopened bottle of Goron Stout beside the drunkard, and took it for himself. It had been a while since he'd had a drink (it wasn't good for him, and he knew that the potion would wear off his dizziness, making him ready to fight in the Passage in a few days' time). He took a good sip, and coughed from the lack of flavour. It wasn't like Hylian ale. He could imagine a Goron loving the stuff, but he was Hylian. He could understand a fool like this sorry excuse for a mayor loving it, just as long as it made him dizzy, able to forget his worries. He set the bottle aside, and smiled kindly at the cleric when he returned. His tempered had calmed enough for his manners to be present to at least the cleric. "Thank you, friend. You're doing Hyrule a good thing, making these for us."

He drank the potion in one gulp, and returned the vial to the Hylian. He bowed his thanks, and turned to leave. His hand was on the door that a guard had closed for him earlier, and said without turning back, "May you burn, you old coward. You will fall hard from your high seat, whether I return alive or not." With that he opened the door, more gently than he had earlier, and closed the door, with a medium tempered 'SLAP!'

The mayor is jolted out of his slumber as he hears more people hitting the door to his office and walking in rather loudly. He raises his head in disgust, mumbling incoherent babbling about adventurers and lack of manners, taking rather a while to understand exactly what they're telling him. Immense hangover, one would conclude. As he notices them with the fabled rare flower in their grasp, he, between beastly grunts presses a button on his desk. Moments later, a Hylian robed in white and with the symbols of the goddesses carefully printed into his uniform entered the room carrying a large amount of vials with a red content inside - the antivenom produced from those plants. Grabbing one, the cleric hands them to the adventurer in exchange for his flowers, exiting the room quietly afterwards.

"There you go," the mayor says after a few moments. "You're a little late, though; I heard that those knights are already heading down into the Pass. You've probably missed out on all the action by now, so why don't you just go away and leave me alone!" - he grunts, before the light-headed feeling settles in once more and he falls asleep once more. Now would be a good time to drink the potion... and as you do so, a strange sensation of flame and burning invades your body for a few moments - pain settling in - before vanishing as fast as it appeared, having gained new defenses.

Nogare is now immune to Gohma's poison.

Shiro knocked on the door that everyone seemed to hit. He know a grumbling major will come out, but with what. He took the flower and laid it at the door and waited.

The mayor is jolted out of his slumber as he hears more knocking on the door to his office. He raises his head in disgust, mumbling incoherent babbling about adventurers and lack of manners, taking rather a while to understand exactly what is going on. Immense hangover, one would conclude. He doesn't really seem to realize that Shiro is standing outside still, but simply presses a button on his desk anyway.

Moments later, a Hylian robed in white and with the symbols of the goddesses carefully printed into his uniform approach Shiro carrying a large amount of vials with a red content inside - the antivenom produced from those plants. Grabbing one, the cleric hands them to the adventurer in exchange for his flowers, leaving the area quietly afterwards.

As you drink the potion, a strange sensation of flame and burning invades your body for a few moments - pain settling in - before vanishing as fast as it appeared, having gained new defenses.

Shiro is now immune to Gohma's poison.

Leanord Rosenburg carried himself with an air of flamboyant grace as he stumbled along the room towards the drunken stupor of a goron well into his drinks and far beyond the means of sobriety. With a jaunt and handsome movement of his weighty arm did the wrinkles on his skin land and root themselves atop his desk, a budding flower peaking through his fingers in joyous amusement at the putrid stench that perfumed the air and reaped the atmosphere around the Goron's countenance in a dreary and palpable fervor of alcohol.

Rosen looked absolutely bemused as the lines from his face danced around in gleeful matrimony, decorating the room with his grin and the rose that sat on the embers of his cheeks.

"Here ya go, buddy."

He said with a smile as he waited patiently in the company of a tonic that drowned the air in distilled vinegar and wretched gin, holding on to the dear air that has beckoned the smells and gnawed at the roof of his mouth to escape and join in a swig or two.

The mayor is jolted out of his slumber as he hears more knocking on the door to his office. He raises his head in disgust, mumbling incoherent babbling about adventurers and lack of manners, taking rather a while to understand exactly what is going on. Immense hangover, one would conclude. He doesn't really seem to realize that Shiro is standing outside still, but simply presses a button on his desk anyway.

Moments later, a Hylian robed in white and with the symbols of the goddesses carefully printed into his uniform approach Shiro carrying a large amount of vials with a red content inside - the antivenom produced from those plants. Grabbing one, the cleric hands them to the adventurer in exchange for his flowers, leaving the area quietly afterwards.

As you drink the potion, a strange sensation of flame and burning invades your body for a few moments - pain settling in - before vanishing as fast as it appeared, having gained new defenses.

Rosen is now immune to Gohma's poison.

Nyre looks at the man with disgust, although he is missing something, it shouldnt give him the right to just laze around as drunk as a skunk, although she finds his attitude horrible and his manners even worse, she sighs and gives him the Red Desert Flower.