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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.

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[ 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.

[huh.]

We have to come up with "curses?"

Those are some impressive examples, I think. It oughtn't be too difficult to come up with something.

[but it would be easier if we could just do violent curses- i mean]

With the limitations, it sounds like the curses should simply be annoying or uncomfortable.

Always confusing the salt and sugar and ruining one's coffee and eggs, or the like?

[slight headtilt, how do foods work]

If you think that would be a suitable curse.

[ponders, what would be an annoying curse]

For another, no matter what you speak it comes out in song.

I suppose that would be quite bothersome if you were trying to stay quiet! Well done.

Have you anything in mind for the last?

[hmmm]

I don't know, something like. . . May you trip on every fifth step you take.

Oh, not bad at all! It certainly fits all the requirements.

Now to wait and see what he plans to have us do with these.

That's a fair question! No use speculating, I suppose.

- You will always confuse the salt and sugar and ruin your coffee and eggs
- No matter what you speak, it will come out in song
- May you trip on every fifth step you take

The curses float up into the air as you speak them and whirl lazily around beneath the cloud above.

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