Firebelly potion

An abjuration in a bottle, and party stock for a long while before it ever mattered. It tastes of scalding spice and gurgles going down. For a minute per caster level it turns five points of fire off whoever drank it, and it will let them breathe a short cone of flame besides, which costs a minute of the duration every time they do.

Five points sounds like very little and is not. It is enough that ordinary heat, the heat of a building well alight, cannot reach the person who drank it at all.

Koa drank the party’s on the morning the Haudh-Gwenn town hall went up, minutes after it was lit. He raged, got low, and heaved a burning barricade off the back door in one go for two points of scorching, kicked the door off its latch, and brought four people out of the smoke. The fire never touched him. Only the smoke did.