October 20th, 2012
9:30PM – 2:00 AM
Godsday, 25th Goodmonth – 3201 e.c.
The Hands of the Abyss
Before vanishing into the portal, Maristis raises his arms to the sky and utters the following:
“Master Izmaledt, Lord of Many Forms, for as long as I occupy this plane may your great obscenity touch these creatures.”
Some in the party resist the curse better than others. Most of them feel weak and fatigued along with a vague sense that they are no longer aligned with the cosmic forces of fate and destiny. For others the effects are much more apparent. Sores begin to open on Blindorf’s face while the flesh on Eddy’s chest melts and swirls about in a sickening, itchy movement. Habrick’s ear mutates and folds down (perhaps not that bad) while Arnith and Buck collapse to the ground in a heap.