Cardinal's Honey
"His family did not die, though they did give themselves over to the indulgences widely held to have ruined them. Bored of their dissipated pleasures, they sought something more potent still. They found the Cardinal's Honey, a midnight strain of the Red Honey. One by one they imbibed the black honey, and one by one they vanished. As though they had never been."[2]
Cardinal's Honey, also called black honey, is a deadly poison and a byproduct of the production of Gaoler's Honey.
Don't Sip This[edit | edit source]
"This poet tells you of a different honey, jet black in hue: the Cardinal's Honey. Those who take it do not die. They cease to be. They never were."[3]
Cardinal's honey is a deadly variant of Gaoler's Honey, which is primarily produced on the Isle of Cats.[1][4] Like ordinary honey, it tastes sweet and has a sticky texture,[5][6] but its color is pitch-black and it smells musty and rotten.[7] Black honey is one of the deadliest poisons in the Neath, trumping even the venom of the Cantigaster:[8] even a droplet of a droplet can kill a human,[9] and those who consume this substance vanish into thin air never to return.[10] It is also effective against non-human creatures,[11] including powerful beings like Curators.[10]

Black honey is a byproduct of red honey production. Sufficiently large Cage-Gardens produce jarfuls of the stuff, which are promptly hidden away.[12] Some especially depraved hedonists consume black honey for amusement, with predictable results;[13] other individuals distribute modified, non-lethal droplets of black honey to those consumed by vengeance or despair.[14][15] Black honey has an antidote, a clear liquid that must be consumed immediately before or after imbibing the honey.[16][17] Those exposed to the antidote are able to return from oblivion alive, though they may be traumatized or severely injured after their trip.[18][19]
Somnii Mortuorum[edit | edit source]
"You are not alone in the earth; worms squirm through the soil. You dig past them; just the slight, cold touch of their flesh against your skin before they are gone. There are voices too. "No," you hear, a whisper nearby in the earth, "Stop." Somewhere closer by, "Please. Please." These are the last words of the dead, crawling through the buried warrens."
"You push deeper; your nails bleeding; your mouth clogged with soil and worms. You cannot breathe – you have not been able to for a long time. You only suffocate, eternally. You push on."[20]

Imbibers of black honey are sent to the dreams of the dead,[21] where they wake[22] under miles and miles of earth infested with grave-worms.[23][24] Travel is only possible via digging, and small air pockets dug by other explorers provide the only respite from the tedium and suffocation.[25][26] Voices also echo throughout the warrens: the last words and pleas of the dead.[27]
This realm is inhabited by wraiths who have a zombie-like pallor, and do not take kindly to their dreams being invaded.[28] Some rooms contain the former possessions of the dead, such as maid caps, aprons, knives, and money, as well as paraphernalia from Cage-Gardens.[29][30] Apparently, the phantoms that linger here died after being harvested for red honey,[31] and some of their memories heard here end with encagement or the droning of bees.[29][30] It is possible for a consumer of black honey to encounter individuals they recognize: these may be deceased loved ones,[32] or vengeful spirits.[33]
Historical and Cultural Inspirations[edit | edit source]
Cardinal's Honey is associated with imagery of the Furies,[34][35] also called the Erinyes, a trio of chthonic goddesses of vengeance in Ancient Greek mythology.
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