> ## **<!-- IQ: =this.file.name -->Bliv<!-- /IQ -->** > <!-- IQ: =this.Short -->A potent drug with mystical properties<!-- /IQ --> > Tier: **<!-- IQ: =this.Tier -->4<!-- /IQ -->** | Category: **<!-- IQ: =this.Category -->Drugs<!-- /IQ -->** On the street, Bliv is known as a quiet drug. It doesn’t bring euphoria or frenzy—instead, it softens the world. Users describe it as “stepping out of their own head” for a while. Thoughts slow, memories lose their sharpness, and the constant noise of guilt, fear, or pain fades into something distant and manageable. It’s especially common among laborers, dockworkers, and anyone carrying more than they can comfortably live with. Physically, Bliv is usually found as a thick, cloudy liquid in small glass vials, sometimes with a faint oily sheen that catches the light. It’s taken in drops under the tongue or mixed into cheap alcohol. The effects come on gradually: first a sense of heaviness, then a gentle detachment, like watching your own thoughts from a distance. Prolonged use leaves people hollowed-out—slower to react, harder to motivate, and increasingly reliant on that sense of quiet. Most people believe Bliv is just another undercity vice, cut and distributed through the usual criminal channels. Even those who traffic it rarely know much about its origin beyond a chain of suppliers that becomes harder to trace the further back you go. --- ### **The Secret** Bliv isn’t just a chemical—it’s a weapon of extraction. Within the invading Falonian Army, there is a special conclave of mages called [[The Oblivion]]. Through a blend of alchemy and controlled arcane process, [[The Oblivion]] have learned how to distill a substance that creates a subtle separation between a person and their own mind. To the user, it feels like relief—a quieting of thoughts, a soft distance from pain. But that “distance” is not empty. It produces something measurable, something that can be captured and refined. Every dose generates a small amount of usable arcane energy. Individually, it’s negligible. Across an occupied city, it becomes a steady, invisible supply. The distribution of Bliv isn’t accidental—it’s encouraged, quietly enabled, and deliberately allowed to spread through the populations most strained by war. The more people rely on it, the more energy the Empire can harvest without resistance, without even being seen. To the users, it’s just a way to cope. To the Empire, it’s infrastructure. And somewhere within the occupying forces, there are those working to scale it further—not just harvesting from individuals, but seeking ways to amplify the effect, to turn entire districts into reservoirs of harvested thought and suppressed will. No one on the street knows any of this. And the Empire intends to keep it that way. **New Strain** A potent new strain crates zombies that can be ordered. ![[MasterBase.base#Associations]]