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GULGALLANA
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.
[ Wilder the Trickster's voice sounds from somewhere outside. ]
I don't care how noble and heroic you're feeling; what I've got for you is far more interesting. You're going to be thinking up curses. To start with, every team has to come up with three curses. Something like, "You shall wake up with eight hangnails every day for the rest of your life," or, "May your undergarments itch into infinity." Nothing too violent or damaging, mind you. Today I don't feel like healing up you sorry lot if you wind up maiming each other.
Oh, and don't try to make them blessings instead. If anyone tries that, I'll change them into curses myself. Now, do be as creative and entertaining as possible, hmm? I'm looking forward to it.
I don't care how noble and heroic you're feeling; what I've got for you is far more interesting. You're going to be thinking up curses. To start with, every team has to come up with three curses. Something like, "You shall wake up with eight hangnails every day for the rest of your life," or, "May your undergarments itch into infinity." Nothing too violent or damaging, mind you. Today I don't feel like healing up you sorry lot if you wind up maiming each other.
Oh, and don't try to make them blessings instead. If anyone tries that, I'll change them into curses myself. Now, do be as creative and entertaining as possible, hmm? I'm looking forward to it.
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.
"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.
Edited 2014-08-13 02:34 (UTC)
Hovering beneath the stormcloud are the following curses:
1. "You will have any extra appendages your team animal has, and you will talk like your team animal for the duration of the game."
2. "May your feet feel as though they're covered in slime for the duration of the game."
3. "May nothing you wear fit right for the duration of the game."
1. "You will have any extra appendages your team animal has, and you will talk like your team animal for the duration of the game."
2. "May your feet feel as though they're covered in slime for the duration of the game."
3. "May nothing you wear fit right for the duration of the game."
Edited 2014-08-13 00:03 (UTC)
The stormcloud grumbles above you, then spits out the following curses to hover angrily beneath it:
1. "Whoever you make eye contact with, you will want to romance, but not with lust."
2. "Every time you tell a lie, your ears grow."
3. "May all of your hairstyles become massive afros, and may you be unable to store all your possessions anywhere else but said afros."
4. "You can't walk without a foot of space between your legs so you waddle."
1. "Whoever you make eye contact with, you will want to romance, but not with lust."
2. "Every time you tell a lie, your ears grow."
3. "May all of your hairstyles become massive afros, and may you be unable to store all your possessions anywhere else but said afros."
4. "You can't walk without a foot of space between your legs so you waddle."
Edited 2014-08-13 01:11 (UTC)
The stormcloud grumbles above you, then spits out the following curses to hover angrily beneath it:
1. "Every time you tell a lie, your ears grow."
2. "May all of your hairstyles become massive afros, and may you be unable to store all your possessions anywhere else but said afros."
3. "You have a hard time thinking, and you will be dumb and metaphorically brainless."
1. "Every time you tell a lie, your ears grow."
2. "May all of your hairstyles become massive afros, and may you be unable to store all your possessions anywhere else but said afros."
3. "You have a hard time thinking, and you will be dumb and metaphorically brainless."
Edited 2014-08-13 01:55 (UTC)
Curses, huh...
[This is something I could probably do, but...]
[This is something I could probably do, but...]
Well, it sounded like he was after something creative, at least. They don't have to be as "unique", but we should probably try to make them interesting, at least.
I'd say it's both, really. It might be more accurate to say he's using curses as pranks.
Most likely, we'll be attacking with them in the next few rounds. If they're not going to be damaging that's not as big of a deal as it could be, but it's something to keep in mind.
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