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.
- May you always have a song stuck in your head, but may you never remember the words. - Cursed to step in a puddle whenever you're just wearing socks on your feet. - All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people.
Hovering beneath the stormcloud are the following curses:
1. "May you always have a song stuck in your head, but may you never remember the words." 2. "You are cursed to step in a puddle whenever you're just wearing socks on your feet." 3. "All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people."
1. "May you always have a song stuck in your head, but may you never remember the words." - Alectryon 2. "You are cursed to step in a puddle whenever you're just wearing socks on your feet." - Ratatoskr 3. "All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people." - Vanara
The stormcloud grumbles above you, then spits out the following curses to hover angrily beneath it:
1. "Your teeth constantly chatter, even when it's not cold." 2. "Whoever you make eye contact with, you will want to romance, but not with lust." 3. "You can't read."
The following curses now swirl beneath the stormcloud above you:
"Your teeth constantly chatter, even when it's not cold." "You can't read."
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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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.
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I don't know about you, but having all of your clothes turn see-through every time you're in front of people for forever sounds terrible to me!
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- Cursed to step in a puddle whenever you're just wearing socks on your feet.
- All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people.
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And let me tell you, if you don't pick, I'll pick for you.
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1. "May you always have a song stuck in your head, but may you never remember the words."
2. "You are cursed to step in a puddle whenever you're just wearing socks on your feet."
3. "All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people."
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Vanara for the first one. I've met a couple of them and I don't think it'd bother tham all that much, honestly.
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2. "You are cursed to step in a puddle whenever you're just wearing socks on your feet." - Ratatoskr
3. "All your clothes turn transparent when you're in front of people." - Vanara
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1. "May people always mistake you for the wrong gender."
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1. "Your teeth constantly chatter, even when it's not cold."
2. "Whoever you make eye contact with, you will want to romance, but not with lust."
3. "You can't read."
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"Your teeth constantly chatter, even when it's not cold."
"You can't read."
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.