Ice Hound Elixir

The Western mountain range in Kvari is ever changing, however the ice that coats it peaks contains a dark magic full of delightful promises. The ice must be collected during a waning moon and brought to an arcane boil. What is left is an icy slush.

Before the moon is full again it must be consumed.

When drunk your life is taken but your spirit is reincarnated into a new vessel to live another life.

All that seek this potent elixir share the same doubts and sorrows of life, in that they want theirs to end. The elixir offers them hope that they can find what they crave in another.

For those that carry this black dog, its dark fur clouding the light of their lives, the Kvari mountains call to them. 

Thoughts nagging at the back of their mind, then whispers, then stories heard in the taverns and markets. Always are the folk most likely to seek the ice enlightened to its existence.

Pushing this is a Djinn, their name forgotten by time. Seeking the sorrow of mortals. Giving them the opportunity to start again.

Although the consumer gets the restart they wanted, gets the chance of a life filled with light, the Ice Hound follows and the darkness settles in. 

Until again they seek the mountain ice.

There are those that will offer their pathfinding services to folks seeking the peaks. These guides are bound to the Djinn under the promise that when they drink the Ice Hound elixir they will be truly free of the black dog. 

On occasion there are those that remember, and have tried to find the Djinn responsible but have always come to a dark and bloody end.

Some arcane practitioners have sent explorers forth paying handsomely for the ice.