| Perfumes
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| Container |
First Person |
Third Person
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| a bottle of acrid oil |
First-person: You have the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has the acrid odor of perspiration clinging to his skin.
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| a bottle of apple-green cologne aglisten with motes of copper stardust |
First-person: You have a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over your skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender. |
Third-person: XXX has a heady melange of pears and cinnamon whispering over his skin, deftly complimented by muted tones of mint and just a breath of lavender.
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| a bottle of arctic cologne |
First-person: You have an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about you and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar. |
Third-person: XXX has an arctic scent, biting and pure, like brittle pine needles caked in ice and snow, hovering in the air about him and undercut by faint, warming undertones of cedar.
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| a bottle of autumn breeze perfume |
First-person: You have a warm scent enshrouding you in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest. |
Third-person: XXX has a warm scent enshrouding him in a cloud touched by cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves, with subtle undertones of orange zest.
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| a bottle of banana perfume |
First-person: You have the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has the scent of bananas, barely overripe, clinging to his skin.
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| a bottle of blood red oil |
First-person: You have a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a horrible scent of dried blood clinging about his skin.
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| a bottle of blueberry perfume |
First-person: You have the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to you. |
Third-person: XXX has the tart fragrance of blueberries, twinged with a hint of sweetness, clinging to his skin.
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| a bottle of chocolate perfume |
First-person: You have a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a bittersweet fragrance of chocolate clinging about his skin.
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| a bottle of coffee oil |
First-person: You have the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about you. |
Third-person: XXX has the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering about him.
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| a bottle of cookie dough perfume |
First-person: You have the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing you. |
Third-person: XXX has the sugary sweet scent of cookie dough mingled with a bitter twinge of chocolate wreathing him.
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| a bottle of crystal clear perfume twined with sprigs of golden edelweiss |
First-person: You have a sweet bouquet of edelweiss and mineral water that wreathes your form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry. |
Third-person: XXX has a sweet aroma of edelweiss and spring water that wreathes his form snugly. Herbal top notes of mountain sage gracefully complexify the scent, commingling with a bare whisper of tangy bilberry.
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| a bottle of cucumber perfume |
First-person: You have the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has the fresh fragrance of cucumber clinging to his skin.
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| a bottle of dusty parchment oil |
First-person: You have an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has an indistinct whiff of parchment and dust radiating from his skin.
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| a bottle of foul-scented oil |
First-person: You have a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a putrid scent of singed hair clinging about his skin.
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| a bottle of fresh hay oil |
First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. |
Third-person: XXX has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
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| a bottle of fresh scent cologne |
First-person: You have a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a fresh, crisp scent which clings lightly to his skin.
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| a bottle of golden spice cologne |
First-person: You have a spicy fragrance clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a spicy fragrance clinging about his skin.
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| a bottle of greasy oil |
First-person: You have the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around you with an almost palpable heaviness. |
Third-person: XXX has the unmistakable oily odor of grease, lubricating the air around him with an almost palpable heaviness.
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| a bottle of honeysuckle perfume |
First-person: You have a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a heady scent of fragrant honeysuckle flowers about his skin.
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| a bottle of horrid scented oil |
First-person: You have a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a horrible scent of burnt flesh clinging about his skin.
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| a bottle of jungle mist cologne |
First-person: You have a verdant haze of scent lingering about you - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage. |
Third-person: XXX has a verdant haze of scent lingering about him - a faint rain-washed fragrance touched with hints of exotic florals and green foliage.
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| a bottle of lemon perfume |
First-person: You have the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about you. |
Third-person: XXX has the distinctive scent of lemon, with all the tartness of the fruit itself, wafting about him.
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| a bottle of manure-scented oil |
First-person: You have the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from you. |
Third-person: XXX has the nearly overwhelming stench of manure emanating from him.
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| a bottle of onion oil |
First-person: You have the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from you. |
Third-person: XXX has the pungent smell of freshly chopped onions radiating from him.
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| a bottle of orange perfume |
First-person: You have a tart fragrance of orange clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a tart fragrance of orange clinging about his skin.
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| a bottle of pale blue perfume aglisten with shards of sapphire frost |
First-person: You have the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about you, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint. |
Third-person: XXX has the potent, effervescent aroma of bayberry about him, sweetened by the delicate nectar of iceblossoms. Peppering the aroma are spicy shots of cinnamon and spearmint.
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| a bottle of peach perfume |
First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a sweet fragrance of peach clinging about his skin.
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| a bottle of peaty whiskey oil |
First-person: You have the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has the peaty, smoky bouquet of whiskey subtly scenting his skin.
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| a bottle of pineapple perfume |
First-person: You have a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a fruity fragrance of pineapple clinging about his skin.
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| a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume |
First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about his skin.
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| a bottle of roasted meat oil |
First-person: You have the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around you. |
Third-person: XXX has the smoke-laced aroma of roasted game filling the air around him.
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| a bottle of sea breeze cologne |
First-person: You have a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a soft and subtle fragrance, like that of the ocean layered over the sweetness of tropical flowers, lingering on his skin.
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| a bottle of smokefire cologne |
First-person: You have a smoky scent wafting about you, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes. |
Third-person: XXX has a smoky scent wafting about him, the fragrance of charred wood prevalent in the foreground with undercurrents of warm, spicy herbal notes.
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| a bottle of sour alcohol oil |
First-person: You have the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding you in a cloying cloud. |
Third-person: XXX has the sickly sweet and sour scent of cheap alcohol surrounding him in a cloying cloud.
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| a bottle of spiced lime cologne |
First-person: You have the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about you. |
Third-person: XXX has the poignant scent of lime, muted by the fragrance of sandalwood and accented with a hint of nutmeg, suffusing the air about him.
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| a bottle of sulfur scented oil |
First-person: You have a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a putrid scent of sulphur clinging about his skin.
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| a bottle of sweet pea perfume |
First-person: You have a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a sweet fragrance of sweet pea clinging about his skin.
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| a bottle of turnip oil |
First-person: You have the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about you. |
Third-person: XXX has the earthen odors of fresh turnips and fertile soil about him.
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| a bottle of vivid silver perfume twined with wisps of argent mist |
First-person: You have the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about you, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain. |
Third-person: XXX has the clinging scent of night jasmine lingering about him, supported by wispy undertones of bergamot and spring rain.
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| a cantaloupe-hued glass vial with saffron inclusions |
First-person: You have crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to your skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil. |
Third-person: XXX has crisp notes of honeydew and sugar melon clinging to his skin the way condensation lingers on a cold glass on a hot day. Beneath the cloying scent of melon are notes of tart raspberry, loganberry, and flaeshorn berry touched with a hint of pineapple basil.
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| a celadon marble bottle painted with delicate sea-hued leaves |
First-person: You have a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping you. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base. |
Third-person: XXX has a crisp, elusory scent of verdant sea grasses enveloping him. An absinthial undercurrent of valerian and artemisia add an herbaceous note to the watery fragrance, fluidly blending into a callow sweetfern base.
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| a copper-chased bronze and gold bottle |
First-person: You have the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around you, redolent of clean air and sunlight. |
Third-person: XXX has the warm scent of freshly cut hay wafting around him, redolent of clean air and sunlight.
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| a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb |
First-person: You have the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing your skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice. |
Third-person: XXX has the blended scent of almond oil and plum blossom bathing her skin in delicate redolence. Deeper cinnamon amber base notes arise from the initial sweetness with traces of fire and spice.
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| a cream-banded soapstone bottle |
First-person: You have the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has the crisp scents of soap and freshly laundered cloth clinging to her skin.
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| a crimson and black-whorled glass bottle with a square stopper |
First-person: You have a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about you. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas. |
Third-person: XXX has a tenebrous blend of fresh-cut tobacco and bloodwood mingling in the air about him. The somewhat resinous and chocolate-tinged top notes are undercut by a wisp of bergamot, the citrusy, herbal infusion lending an obscure sweetness to the aromas.
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| a cylindrical red jasper vial |
First-person: You have a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a rich, warm fragrance of cinnamon clinging about her skin.
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| a dark blue-violet vial embellished with pale enamel florals |
First-person: You have stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about you, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent. |
Third-person: XXX has stygian shreds of violet essence swirling in the air about him, punctuated by niveous strains of vanilla and freesia. Gentle zephyrs of bergamot and wood ash curl just beneath the surface, creating a subtle ground for the dusky scent.
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| a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze |
First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. |
Third-person: XXX has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a dark green glass flacon with glittering inclusions |
First-person: You have a dark resinous haze enshrouding you, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night. |
Third-person: XXX has a dark resinous haze enshrouding him, redolent of fresh moss and precious woods. A hint of herbs and camphor waft through this smoky darkness, like a radiant glowbark at night.
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| a delicate white opal vial whorled with silver |
First-person: You have a complex but mellow redolence clinging to your skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background. |
Third-person: XXX has a complex but mellow redolence clinging to his skin and hair. Top notes of smoked black tea blended with pomegranate and black currant are brought to heart by an infusion of sweet blood orange. The faintest hint of pink peppercorn lingers in the background.
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| a faceted gold crystalline ewer |
First-person: You have the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about you, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom. |
Third-person: XXX has the faintest touch of honeyed oil swirling about him, overshadowed by shards of water lily and notes of iceblossom.
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| a fern-carved malachite vial with a wooden stopper |
First-person: You have a wildwood cloak draped about you, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot. |
Third-person: XXX has a wildwood cloak draped about him, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.
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| a flask of verdant perfume inlaid with cabochon turquoise stones |
First-person: You have a fresh and vibrant scent haunting your skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf. |
Third-person: XXX has a fresh and vibrant scent haunting his skin, blending mimosa blossoms and jasmine with notes of succulent peach and woodsy bay leaf.
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| a fluted smoky grey crystal flacon |
First-person: You have the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from your skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper. |
Third-person: XXX has the powerful scent of cedar and aromatic cypress wafting from his skin. Notes of crisp vetiver linger above a sharp incense base, like the flame of a flickering taper.
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| a frosted blue phial with an icicle-shaped stopper |
First-person: You have a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about you. |
Third-person: XXX has a blended scent of cranberry and vanilla, undercut by a hint of evergreen, wafting about him.
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| a frosted red glass perfume bottle shaped like a plump apple |
First-person: You have a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about your skin. |
Third-person: XXX has a sweet, fruity fragrance of apple about his skin.
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| a found, and it disappears in a puff of silvery smoke.
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XXX drops a smooth vellum calling card onto the ground, and it disappears in a puff of silvery smoke.
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| LIGHT
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In fire or fireplace
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Spying a nearby fire, you toss your calling card on the flames and watch it quickly burn.
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XXX tosses her calling card on a nearby fire and watches as it quickly turns to ash.
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| TAP
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Card maker in Elanthia
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You tap your finger on the name inscribed on the calling card three times, and soon sense the presence of XXX in Elanthia.
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XXX taps her finger on her calling card, a pleased expression on her face.
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| Card maker not in Elanthia
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You tap your finger on the name inscribed on the calling card three times, but sense that XXX is nowhere to be found. You sigh disappointedly.
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XXX taps her finger on her calling card three times. She sighs disappointedly.
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| By card maker
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You tap your finger on your calling card, admiring the elegant script.
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N/A
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| TEAR
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Leaves confetti
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You hastily tear up your calling card until it's only a small pile of confetti.
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XXX rips her calling card in half. Unsatisfied, she shreds the card into a small pile of confetti.
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