The Lore of Enchanter Daria of the Desert

Solitude. The stark reality of this ancient enchantress. Countless centuries ago she was left to her own devices as just a child, abandoned by her family of which she has no recollection. She learned to care for herself, taking what she could from the wilderness. She became well in tuned with the wild, developing a sense for the plants, animals and mystic beings around her.

It was sometime around her youth when her only companion appeared, a raggedy sun cat trying to steal her fish drying in the sun. Daria was unsure if she was just imagining it at first, but she swore she could understand the little kitty’s thoughts (it was surprisingly mature and wise). Through the years, Matahari, as Daria came to name her, became her closest and only confidant and friend.

Right around that time is when Daria really delved in to potions. She quickly developed an affinity to the mandrake potion, which would soon consume her life. Mandrake potions are famous for their healing effects, but what Daria wasn’t prepared for were the addictive and psychedelic effects of her brews. The constant consumption of the potions imbued both Daria and Hari with near immortality, but also introduced severe psychosis, depression, and schizophrenia. Her years and centuries bled together growing and breeding mandrakes, harvesting and testing different preparation methods with countless homegrown additives, and having repetitive arguments with Hari. Mental breakdowns where she burned her crops, smashed her vials, contemplated or attempted to take her own life were routine. But her or Hari were always able to piece things back together.

After so many centuries, their addiction to the potions have become an addiction to life itself. Trapped in a cycle of breeding and brewing, each batch preceded by hysterical terror and dread, and followed by elation and relief. The two have come to think as one, unable to form complete thoughts without one another and having abject fear and mistrust of any outsiders that cross their path.

They have been able to quietly exist for so long in their tiny little corner of the world, but civilization has finally spread to push up against their homestead. Soon rumors of their potions began to spread. Even though they’ve never shared their batches with anyone else, always finishing each batch every day before starting anew the next, the rumors have garnered the attention of Big Potion.

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