Sweet Tooth - 20 SP - The Tsuchikage requests that a special kind of rock candy that he has never seen before be brought to him. Find this legendary candy and bring it to the Tsuchikage 1-2 people
The parameters set were for it to be a) rock candy b) legendary and c) special. I looked at the small round piece of impending bodily harm in my palm. I stared at it with a mixture of malice and a tinge of fear, after my previous attempt at eating it.
Well, it was technically rock candy. Though, I suspected that it was more rock than candy and was confident that anyone who had tried eating one would readily agree. It was also definitely legendary. Anyone around these parts could recognise it from a mile away and mostly kept that distance. Those who couldn't generally ended up not having children.
Somewhere along the way it had stopped being used as food and turned into a weapon. It was now mostly used by hunters, taking the place of rocks in their slings. A well placed stone could crack the skull of a deer at 20 yards. A rock candy chunk of the same size was liable to go straight through the deer and bury itself halfway through any tree unlucky enough to be behind it at the time.
Edibility had become a sort of optional extra. It had long since been forgotten when they'd started using it as ammunition. They reasoned that the last thing you'd want to do with an incurably rigid, deer and splinter covered, chunk of death, would be putting it in your mouth. I could agree with them on that. I'd much rather have the deer.
Special seemed to be the very essence of its existence. That filled the last category. It was a picture perfect fit. Though, the picture seemed dangerous enough to beat a man to death of its own accord. I was still unsure of the taste. I hadn't been able to pin point what exactly, was ravaging my taste buds. The best description I could find elsewhere was that it tasted like blood. Though I suspected that wasn't the candy's flavour but rather, the effect it had on your mouth when biting was attempted.
I thanked the crone who was dreamily stirring her cauldron, taking two small bags of the candy with me. One was for the Tsuchikage as my mission required, the other was for personal, use. Something like a sixth sense had kicked in, recognising that it would be a handy thing to have in a desperate situation. Anything that dangerous you'd rather keep with you, to use against others. I figured I'd be fine, if I remembered to never try eating it again. I was reasonably confident that my body would stop me of its own accord if a piece ever found itself near my mouth. It was a once in a lifetime experience, mainly, because I doubted anyone had ever survived the second time.
I was running late. I had spent two days in bed after the rock candy 'incident'. Trying to ignore the searing pain in my mouth as I walked, thinking of the Tsuchikage's reaction. My travels back were plagued with sporadic fits of giggling, soon followed by fits of loudly expressed pain and then fits of falling down.