A knot of wild shrubbery closes off a plain stone alcove big enough for your team and...surprisingly tall. In fact, several feet above all your heads, a small stormcloud hovers, grumbling with faint thunder.
The following curses now swirl beneath the stormcloud above you:
"Every time you tell a lie, your ears grow." "May all of your hairstyles become massive afros, and may you be unable to store all your possessions anywhere else but said afros."
Above your heads, the stormcloud dwindles a little, but before it vanishes, it releases a faint drizzle of rain upon you. The handful of curses that hovered beneath it fall down to hover around each team member instead. The overgrowth blocking the way out of the alcove pulls away. You can go to endgame, slightly damp.
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"Every time you tell a lie, your ears grow."
"May all of your hairstyles become massive afros, and may you be unable to store all your possessions anywhere else but said afros."
Above your heads, the stormcloud dwindles a little, but before it vanishes, it releases a faint drizzle of rain upon you. The handful of curses that hovered beneath it fall down to hover around each team member instead. The overgrowth blocking the way out of the alcove pulls away. You can go to endgame, slightly damp.