[hider=Mort's Curse]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13336

Failed to resist the corruption, SP -1
[b][u]Mort[/u][/b]
[b]HP:[/b] 2
[b]SP:[/b] 2[/hider]
As Mort throws himself out the window, all within Sharmukh's office panic at his sudden movement, involving several shouts of , "Six preserve us!" before the realization dawns on them of what Mort had actually done. Sharmukh moves to the window to witness the fruit of this madness while several of his retainers attempt to pull him back. His line of questioning was not intended to bring doubt upon Mort's ability to complete the task, rather it was intended to ask what Mort was willing or able to promise to Sharmukh in return for the boon he had demanded.

Sharp metallic spikes pierce their way out of Mort's skin, assaulting him with pain and visiting his mind with several flashing images.

The first is of a humanoid figure clad in a black robe with a long neck and a mask-like head with empty sockets. The image lingers, it's dark gaze demanding and punitive.

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It opens its palm at Mort and the palm expands into an infinite, intricate arrangement of golden and bronze geometric shapes.

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The vision strains at the limits of Mort's mind before softening into a senseless iridescent mush within which ghosts and motifs of familiar shapes can be seen.

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The moment seems to last an uncomfortable eternity but passes in a flash. It has taken a toll on Mort's consciousness, but is not debilitating, and does not affect his flight in the slightest. As for the spikes, Mort's body seems to not have spawned any in such a way as would impede the flapping of his wings, and do not become an impediment. At the window, Sharmukh has been crowded back by his retainers. One loads an arrow into a crossbow while others ready their spells.

"Speak!" One of them calls out, "And state your intention! Is this a demonstration? An attack? Are you still of sound mind? Speak!" Paranoia grips the office as they await Mort's reply.