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{{Lore|Title = Poisons|Image = Poisons Histories & Lore.png|Season = [[Season 4|4]]|Narrator = [[Oberyn Martell]]}}
 
{{Lore|Title = Poisons|Image = Poisons Histories & Lore.png|Season = [[Season 4|4]]|Narrator = [[Oberyn Martell]]}}
'''"Poisons"''' is part of the [[Histories & Lore]], a special feature in the Blu-ray of [[Season 4]] of ''[[Game of Thrones]]''. It is narrated by [[Pedro Pascal]] as Prince [[Oberyn Martell]].
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"'''Poisons'''" is part of the [[Histories & Lore]], a special feature in the Blu-ray of [[Season 4]] of ''[[Game of Thrones]]''. It is narrated by [[Pedro Pascal]] as Prince [[Oberyn Martell]].
   
 
== Synopsis ==
 
== Synopsis ==

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Template:Lore "Poisons" is part of the Histories & Lore, a special feature in the Blu-ray of Season 4 of Game of Thrones. It is narrated by Pedro Pascal as Prince Oberyn Martell.

Synopsis

Oberyn Martell explains the sources, surreptitious uses, and lethal effects of the many poisons circulating throughout Westeros and Essos.

Summary

Oberyn Martell: Any man who calls a poison "a woman's weapon" is a traitor to his fellow men. A dagger, arrow, axe; these are the arms of passion. But poison is cold, calculating. Poison is the thought that wakes you in the morning and lulls you to sleep at night. You watch your victim die a thousand times before you ever offer him that fateful taste. Is a man's hate so inferior to a woman's that they are to be denied such a weapon?

When I was a boy of sixteen, a great lord caught me with his mistress. He should have been honored. Instead the fat old fool challenged him to a duel. Thanks to my age and status, only to first blood. But the lord's mistress - and his wife - warned me which of his parts the lord intended to draw first blood from. He was strong and fierce, but slow. Oberyn cut him quickly and the duel ended with honor satisfied. Then, his wounds festered and he died. Ever since, men have called me "the Red Viper", a name that never fails to draw laugh from him. As if a single serpent was all he knew of venom

Essence of Nightshade is the gentlest of poisons. A drop dissolved into wine will slow a pounding heart and stop a hand from shaking. Three drops will grant a night of deep and dreamless sleep. Ten drops and you will have a sleep that does not end.

Basilisk's blood. It will give cooked meat a savory smell, but if eaten it produces violent madness, in beasts as well as men. A mouse will attack a lion after a taste of basilisk's blood. But to a man who loves his art, is not passion a form of madness?

Widow's blood forces a man's bowels and bladder to fail. He drowns in his own poisons; a slow, painful death. It has earned its name many times, I am sure.

The Tears of Lys, a rare and costly poison. Clear, tasteless, and odorless. Dissolved in wine or water, it eats at a man's bowels. He dies in agony, which will not appear unusual if the victim is old or sickly. The favourite tool of impatient heirs.

Across the world, on certain islands of the Jade Sea, grows a certain plant. The leaves must be aged and soaked in a wash of limes, sugar water, and certain rare spices from the Summer Isles. Afterward, the potion must be thickened with ash and allowed to crystalize. The process is slow and difficult, the necessaries costly and hard to acquire. The Alchemists of Lys know the way of it, and the Faceless Men of Braavos and the Maesters. Dissolved in wine, it makes the muscles of a man's throat clench tighter than any fist. The victim's face turns as purple as the little crystal seed from which his death was grown, and so we call it "the strangler".

Which of these vials would I take from its shelf, you may ask? None. To kill a man at his table, or in his bed bores me. To toil for hours over a boiling pot, measuring and stirring, bores me. How life begins is always entertaining, and my kind must make sure its end is worth our wait.

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