One very armed pill.
No royal blood. No grand prophecy. Just a green-and-white capsule, a borrowed suit of armor, and a blade that’s doing most of the talking.
Someone armed the medicine cabinet. We’re still waiting for an explanation.
of unearned confidence.
A hard pill to swallow.
An even harder pill to fight.
SWORDPILL is a capsule with a cutting edge. Please retain this leaflet in case the plot gets thicker than your armor.
No royal blood. No grand prophecy. Just a green-and-white capsule, a borrowed suit of armor, and a blade that’s doing most of the talking.
Stand tall. Grip firmly. Keep the pointy end away from friends. For best results, face your problems before they develop a second health bar.
Unexpected bravery. Excessive use of “my liege.” The urge to call every inconvenience a side quest. Mild clanking when walking.
Do not leave in direct dragon fire. Do not mix with cowardice. If confidence lasts longer than four battles, consider a nap.
Tell the apothecary your name. Pick your condition. Leave with a thoroughly unqualified knight prescription.
Prescribed to
Awaiting a highly questionable consultation.
Signed: Dr. Pill · Department of sharp decisions