Xokorn walks in, flower in hand. That walk had better be worth it! he thought, making a long, low yawn. It surely wasn't easy to get, but as he handed the flower to the mayor, he hoped that the antidote would work its magic in the future. To think that such a fragile, delicate, and relatively small bloom can cure the most deadly poison when prepared correctly...

OOC: I did get the right kind of flower, right?

OOC: You certainly did, MF.

IC: 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.

Xokorn is now immune to Gohma's poison.

As he was departing after presenting the trophy, Lyos paused remembering the strange flower he'd found while wandering the desert in search of someone...
Could that possibly been the plant he speaks of? he thought withdrawing the unusual plant from its temporary place within a satchel at his side.

Excuse me sir, but is this the flower of which you speak?

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.

Lyos is now immune to Gohma's poison.

Hearing the mayor's request for a flower, Touken remembered the beautiful, red flower that he had found in the desert a while ago, assuming that it was what he was looking for. As he reached into his pocket to take it out, he watched the man fall over in his drunkenness, causing a sweatdrop to form at the inu youkai's forehead. He still wanted to go through with it, though, placing the flower on the mayor's desk and nudging him a bit to stir him.

"Hey, there's the flower that you wanted. Now I'd like some of this antidote that you speak of. It could come in handy during my travels," Touken said with a smile, waiting to receive it. Of course, he had never encountered a Gohma before, so he wasn't sure exactly what it was. He could, however, take a guess that if this many soldiers were required to take it down, that it must be extremely powerful. Touken wasn't sure if he would be able to help or not, but he supposed that he could at least try, perhaps, even though he wasn't much for fighting.

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.

Touken is now immune to Gohma's poison.

A painting Deku Scrub came in,flower in hand.He handed over the flower and wiped his forehead."I....I have the flower,sir.I would like to become immune to Ghoma's poison now please."He just came from a long walk indeed and was panting his lungs off.The desert heat made him sweat and the airid climate dehydrated him but it was worth it.

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.

Dmetri is now immune to Gohma's poison.

~A flower? It was so simple. All he needed to do was find some random flower in Parapa, and then he'd be able to go fight Gohma. Pyre snagged the flower after some time of looking for it in Tantari, given the wrong directions by a silly mercenary, and then sprinted back here, ready to go Slay some Spider.~

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.

Pyre is now immune to Gohma's poison.

AIden wipes her brow with the back of her hand as she enters the room. Licking slightly chapped lips she still manages to look proud of herself. "A flower you asked for, so a flower you shall recieve." With a fancy movement she pulls out the flower as asked. Her eyes dance full of energy, even if she herself is worn out from the task. Standing still patiently waiting for a word of shock or praise her legs quiver. The heat and the effort had taken a lot out of her.

As was the Sheikah way, she refused to show her weakness and stayed standing, a smile on her face.

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.

Aiden is now immune to Gohma's poison.

After a long search in the desert, Luna had finally found the flower the Mayor was looking for. After a long unsuccessful search, another adventurer's tip had eventually helped her snag the prize, and she was deeply grateful.

"I have the flower, Mr. Mayor. Now keep your promise and make me immune to the poison."

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.

Luna is now immune to Gohma's poison.

After long hot grueling hours of searching, Kuro had found the flower that the Ruto town mayor claimed would create immunity to Gohma's poison. Kuro crashed into the mayor's office with the stealth of an overgrown moblin, and held out the flower. "Here ya go sir!" he screamed. "Make me immune!"