People farm grain and fruit to grant themselves life. The immortals farm to grant themselves death. (We called them gods once, but they are merely giants) Ambroisa is long gone from the gardens on the holy mountain, replaced with the Aisorbma trees, who branches are cholric white, whose leaves are velvet black and whose fruit are death.
The giants can not die, are twice the size of mortal, have the strength of a hundred men, magical power beyond understand, centuries of collected knowledge and are utterly convinced that they are helpless. They have tried every method of suicide possible and only one of them works. This method has been working slowly been reduced the population of a couple hundred to somewhere under thirty. It's agonizingly slow to watch the fruit grow, gather and distill them into the greatest poison, but the giants have unlimited time. Each usable dose takes around a century to produce, and each dose takes more time to produce then the last becouse the toxin has slowely been making them weaker and thier minds cloudier.
On it's own the Aisorbma fruit forces a save vs death when it's juice touch living flesh. The ULTIMATE POISON merely concentrates thousands and hundreds of fruit into a little murky fluid you could fit in a thimble. It instantly kills anything, even a giant. To survive merely being in in scent range of it you need to succeed a save vs death every ten minutes.
We know that any day now the next dose will be done any day now, and that when it does the giants will wake up from thier stupor to fight over who gets to die next. If you are able steal it and get away, without yourself dying to the poison, the giants, the scavangers or simply the cold up there then we might finally have a way to kill the Eternal Emperor.
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