[D&D-5e] The Wild Beyond the Witchlight

[Qiksilv]

Practically closed. See “deadline”

Game Name The Wild Beyond the Witchlight

Game System 5e

Theme Discovery. Exploration.

Flavour Fun Feywild Foolishness mixed with Horrible Hag …Horseradish?.

Plot Summary The traveling extravaganza known as the Witchlight Carnival visits your world once every eight years. You have a dim memory of sneaking into the carnival as a child without paying for a ticket. That memory has grown foggy over time, though it still conjures a weird admixture of emotions—wonder and awe mixed with loss and regret. During this childhood visit, your character lost something. You tried to find it, but the carnival owners—a pair of elves named Mister Witch and Mister Light—were decidedly unhelpful. "Silly little screeching cricket," said Witch. "You forgot to buy a ticket." "The carnival goes round and round," said Light. "The multiverse is our playground. Nothing's free and nothing's lost. Every visit has its cost." As time passed, your heart became less heavy, and you gave less and less thought to those childhood events. Now, for reasons you can't explain, the longing to retrieve that which you have lost has resurfaced, as though an old spell has faded away, allowing you to feel the loss as sharply as if it happened yesterday. The Witchlight Carnival has returned, and you find yourself standing near a ticket booth by the entrance at twilight, just as the carnival is about to open. There you meet others who look as troubled as you. Without knowing how or why, you sense that each of them has lost something as well. Perhaps fate has brought you together. *Quoted from the AP*

About Qik I've played in many games on this site; all have died. Obviously, that means it's my turn to run a game that ends prematurely. Kidding (hopefully). I took about a year off when the last game I was in tapered out but I miss writing and hanging out with the people on this site. I figured if I was going to come back I should actually present an offering of my own rather than mooching off of someone else's. Like most people, I tend to keep myself busy but I’m not going to just disappear after getting the game rolling. As long as there is player interest and my life doesn’t do anything too unexpected we ought to be able to play through the whole adventure. When interruptions ensue I’ll do my best to alert you all and will hope you do the same. I don’t DM often, and never online, so know that this will be a growing experience for me All I’ve done is write the advertisement and frankly I feel overwhelmed but I’m sure that wil fade after the game starts. Right? It’ll fade right? (I’m very nervous). I’ve been told I do fairly well as a player so I’m hoping some of that transfers over as I attempt to switch roles. P.S. One of the reasons I am dusting myself off and starting a new game is because my My ambiguity means nothing…or does it?definitely-old-enough-for-this-site daughter expressed an interest in writing stories. I mention this to make you aware that I am going to give her a chance to get in this game and if playing a writing game with a ‘N’th grader and junior role-player will ruin your experience then this might not be the game for you. (I'm not sure she's going to make it. She's shown interest but not a lot of initiative.)

Character Creation Source material: I'm casual and naive so just about anything published is fine. Give me heads-up if you opt for something too outlandish. Level: Starting level is 1. This AP uses milestone leveling that I will likely stick to and the final encounter puts the characters at level 8 Stats: I think we will go with Pointbuy for stat creation though if you really want to gamble I might let you roll instead. *Reminder* No rolling in the application thread # of Players: I’m thinking around 6 would be ideal to start. Post Rate: 1/Week. As I mentioned I get busy, some posts might be quicker, some slower, but I’ll try and be upfront about changes. Deadline: I’m going to tentatively say the end of April. Though if I get a large influx of applications I might truncate that in an attempt to preserve my sanity. Any adjustments will be broadcasted. Talking it out right now. Deadline likely to be the 16th I have accepted the 12 players with complete apps at this time. If you were almost finished but hoping for the 16th PM me and we can talk. I might also take another submission up the day we start doing the story in earnest if one of my accepted players doesn’t arrive. Character Applications **I like it when people post including a picture; it helps me keep track of who is speaking. So while I don't need one for the application, I will be asking for one if you get in the game, fyi** Name: This is what people call me Race: These are the stat bonuses I want (Let's be honest) Class: This is what I can do Alignment: This is a very vague scale of how I think I will be acting (I'm not too particular but whatever character you are should be able to play well with others [most of the time]) Lost Thing:The book gives suggestions but one of the fun things about RP games is making things up. You may, at your preference, roll for your lost thing as suggested in the AP, choose whichever you prefer, or pick something else entirely. Lost Things d8 Thing 1 Ability to keep secrets 2 Ability to smile 3 Artistic creativity 4 Cherished doll or stuffed animal 5 Handwriting 6 Sense of direction 7 Sense of Fashion 8 Three inches of height Minor Curse:This is presented as an optional thing for the AP. One of my IRL players opted to use it and you may too if you would like to add an extra challenge but I will not require it. My IRL player chose to be unable to tie or untie ropes with a Sailor background which I find sadistically delightful. The options presented in the book are, "You can't light nonmagical fires, You can't tie or untie a nonmagical rope, You can't open a door without knocking on it first." Technically I’m supposed to assign you one based on where your lost thing ended up but I think it's more fun to have y’all pick your own (If you use it at all) Background:You once snuck into a magic carnival and have lived some multiple of eight years since then. Let me know what happened. This doesn't need to be four pages long. Do us all a favor and keep it to a couple of paragraphs. **As a note, this AP says that is technically possible to get complete with little-to-no combat and that most avoidable combats will be difficult. I’m not saying I won’t take a party full of fighters but having at least 1 character with very good social skills would probably be a good call. Just as an FYI. (I’ve technically only read about half of the AP since I’ve been barely keeping up with my IRL group but they’ve only had 4 fights so far; 2 would have been hard to get out of, 1 they didn’t need to do, and 1 I added because they were getting a little skittish )

 

I feel weird posting an advert without doing any writing of my own so here is a little tidbit that doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with anything.

Just for Funsies “I’ve heard they have candy apples as big as your head, Jim.” Jim looked up at Charlie, who was walking ahead of him, the red-headed boy grinning as he led the two of them toward the edge of the woods. It had been Charlie’s idea to go on this silly “expedition”. A long walk, after dark, to a carnival their parents had told them not to go had not been high on Jim’s list of things to do but Charlie was persuasive; or, at the least, he was annoying and persistent. Jim frowned as he pictured how one would even carry a sticky apple that large, let alone eat it. The fantastical hyperbole was lost on the brown-haired boy. Jim stopped walking for a moment to pull up his left sock, which had slipped during their half-hour trek, and replied, “wouldn’t that just be silly, Charlie?” “Yes!” The older boy retorted enthusiastically. “That’s the point! Humongous apples, cotton candy so light it lifts you in the air, and horses so small they fit into your pocket! It’s marvelous.” He pointed in the direction they had been walking, “look! I can just make out the lights from here. We’re getting close, come on, Jim." Jim sighed and began walking again, “you haven’t even been there though. How would you know what it’s like?” He could see the lights too and it was having the opposite effect on him as Charlie. The closer he came the more vividly he could imagine how warm his bed must be right now; and how stiff the crack of his father’s belt would be when he found out Jim had snuck out of the house and wandered through the woods at night. “If we go back now we might still make it back before our parents know we’ve been gone,” he suggested without much hope of Charlie agreeing. “Go back!? Now?” Charlie asked with mouth agape, “but we’re so close. Too late now, jimmy-boy. Besides, everyone in our class has been already and tonight is the last night before they go away for another eight years. It’s now or never.” Then, almost as if he anticipated the next objection, “we may not have any money but Wendy’s brother’s friend’s uncle said he could totally see a place in the creek where we should be able to sneak in. Plus, they take trades instead of money so I brought my brother’s marble collection so we can go on rides and stuff.” He held up the bulging, burlap sack that was his brother's pride and joy. "Don't worry, I'll pay him back later." “Shouldn’t we use that to get in?” Jim wasn’t sure how he felt about sneaking in, it felt a bit like stealing to him. “Are you daft?” Charlie retorted, "if we use this to get in how will we do anything fun inside?” That’s when they got their first good look at the carnival. “Would ya look at that…” What had been a standard clearing last week was now a wonderous plain of lights and sounds. It even smelled of sweets and straw from here. The boys stared agog at the multi-colored tents and listened to the dimly muted sounds of people having a good time before turning back to each other excitedly. Even Jim's trepidation had faded when the carnival went from theory to fact before his eyes. "Let's go," Charlie started walking with Jim following close behind, "They said the place to sneak in was over here." --- Sneaking in had not been overly complicated. The reported weak point in security had been reasonably accurate and the boys were small and quick. Once inside they had been able to relax, trade their marble for some tickets, and had spent the last hour or so eating snacks and going on rides. Charlie had gotten his head-sized caramel apple. Jim won a string bracelet with little green and red spiders that continuously crawled along its length at a game where he had to throw bean bags at an animated stuffed cat toy. As Jim was drinking the last few drops of a honeyed cider he glanced around and suddenly noticed everything looked a little off. It took a moment but when he looked back at Charlie he realized the problem. Charlie's normally red hair was gray. In fact, everything that had been red was now gray. Oranges were now yellow and even purples were now just a lighter blue color. He stopped walking as a mild shock overtook him and as he continued to try and bring back the color to Charlie's head suddenly Charlie had no hair; anywhere. "Ch-Charlie..." Jim pointed at the other boy's head, "you're bald! Everything looks funny too." Charlie smirked at his friend's jest but ran a hand over his head while preparing his own joke for the other boy but stopped short of making any quips. "It's gone!" "Just before your hair disappeared I noticed I couldn't see red anymore either. You're head looked as gray as my grandfather's but so does your red apple and that tent! What happened?" Panic was beginning to set in as the boys tried to figure out what had happened, "Did we get cursed?" A passing halfling with a shock of curly, orange hair; painted spots on her face; and shoes as nearly as long as her whole body stopped as she overheard the boys panicking. "Oh no, not cursed my friends." She said cheerily, "It sounds as if you didn't pay a ticket when you came in but everything here has a cost eventually, and stealing just means you'll pay in a less ordinary means." She smiled large in an attempt to calm the children, "But that's all good, now that you're in and paid for there is nothing to worry about. Go have some more fun!" Charlie grabbed her shoulder as she turned to move away, "How do we get it back? Please, I need it back!" The Carnival worker gave him a compassionate glance but said nothing. Another figure appeared behind her as if on cue. He was larger than the halfling. An elf with darker skin, a suit, and a chain for a pocket watch led to a vest pocket. "Nothing's free and nothing's lost. Every visit has its cost. Now run along and play for we will leave with the day." The larger Elf checked the watch from his vest, gave a nod at the pair, and moved swiftly away to another appointment. "You heard the boss," The Halfling said, "Besides, I like the way the lights glimmer off your scalp." Then the clown giggled and cartwheeled away. Jim and Charlie tried to enjoy themselves but their stolen evening of delights was not as vibrant as it had been before. They left with their memories, took their scolding from their parents, and moved on with their lives. The trip to the Carninval became nothing more than a memory and what they had lost was the best reminder that nothing in life was free.

 

I'm making a mock application so my daughter can see it. Naturally, I figured I'd include it here.

Jim Flagger Name: Jim Flagger Race: Human Class: Ranger (Probably Hunter) Alignment: NG? Lost Thing: Can't see the color Red Minor Curse: Can't hold his breath Background: Folk Hero Jim was 11 when he visited the Carnival. 2 years later a fire at a nearby house spread to the surrounding forest and quickly began spreading through the scattered village. Jim had been out gathering firewood, ironically, but rather than flee as his parents would have asked him to he stayed and helped several other families evacuate. Many of the homes in that part of the forest burned down that day but many of the people who had been trapped owed their lives directly to Jim's heroism and he became a bit of a Folk Hero. His reputation as a brave young man gained him the interest of a hunter and since the town was in a tight spot due to the fire he took Jim on as an apprentice. Jim took to the work well, gaining a good understanding of nature, tracking, and weapons. As he grew he became more than just a hunter but also one of the town's resident protectors. When the carnival showed up again though he felt the draw to return. He hadn't been able to get his vision fixed last time but he was older now, perhaps there would be a way for an adult to get something refunded. He gathered anything he owned that might be worth anything and made his way back to the whimsical tents that had proven his folly last time in order to seek redemption. **This picture is huge. Ordinarily I’d resize it but since it’s just a bonus bonus content I won’t bother. **

[Qiksilv]

First game advert, here I come.
Though I am terrified, admittedly.
But I’m going to do my best so, let’s do it.

Q and A
Q	Can I play as a Fairy?
A	Yes. Fairy and Harengon are listed as suggested races in the AP so both are fair game. The AP also offers "Feylost" and "Witchlight Hand" as Backgrounds.
Q	Can I have lost a family member
A	Sure? Who wouldn’t want to lose a family member to a strange place from time to time (Only meanies like you, obviously ) Wat will you do with them wen you find them and aren’t in a safe place though? That is the question.
Q	Can my "Lost Thing" be 'memories'
A	Maybe. I originally said ‘yes’ but am rethinking. Why would you search for something you didn’t know you lost? Convince me.
Q	Can I play an Eberron race?
A	Yes. Why not?

	Player	Character	Race	Class	Lost Thing	Curse	Complete
1	DoctorFeelGood	Jolly	Lotusden Halfling	Druid	Ability to remember names	Moth to Flamee	Complete
2	Alemar	Saorise Greendale	Half-Elf	Draconic Sorceress	Twin Brother	Tone Deaf	Complete
3	Alemar (2)	TamilGoldmane	Leonine	Cleric(war)	Sense of Direction	Hair Changes Color	Complete
4	Framm18	Sparky	Tabaxi	Cleric(Tempest)	Marbles	Static Shock	Complete
5	Geovanti	”That Kobold”	Kobold	Fighter(echo Knight)	Name	No one know what to call him	Complete
6	Greyling	Wrylenna	Pallid Elf	Bard	Jackalope Plush	Animosity from Animals	Complete
7	Leftyyy88	Kadar Gorthak	Half-Orc	Paladin	Sense of Humor	Very Literal	Complete
8	Leftyyy88 (2)	Yngvar Volomyr	Goliath	Barbarian	1’ Height	Clumsy	Complete
9	Nyx89	Thistle	Fairy	Rogue (Arcane Trickster)	Ability to Fly	Ugly Wings	Complete
10	PaperDueWednesday	Vinry	Halfling	Rogue	Sense of Taste	Knock on Doors	Complete
11	SnakeOilCharmer	Legobric	Wood Elf	Ranger	Sense of Direction	Can't wear Rings	Complete
12	Snicker	????	Tiefling	Bard	Voice/Communication	Compelled to share	Complete
13	Zangul	Grum Skullcrusher	Half-Orc	Bard	Heirloom(Necklace)	Musical Ability	Complete
14	Zangul	Anvil Bloodlust	Dwarf	Fighter	Hairloom	Ability to grow a Beard	Complete
15	penbeast0	Burny	Rock Gnome	Wizard (Necro)	??	-	Complete
16	Elder oblex	Tar	Healing Mark or GhostwiseHalfing	Circle of MoonDruid	Ability to eat "civilized food"	Can't eat in a "Civilized" Manner	Withdrawn
17	Hal Hammerhead	Roran Briarpatch	Fairy	Rogue			Withdrawn
18	Dark Elphie	Wyld	Light Elf	Wizard	Teddy Bear	Color Blind	WIP
19	Tyrtaeus	Chrome	Human	Monk	Ability to Smile	Cramps	WIP

[Hal Hammerhand]

[Treble83]

Interesting

[SnakeOilCharmer]

Expressing interest. Initial thought is Celestial Warlock, but I'll get something firm up at the weekend.

[Snicker]

Because I always have to go over the top, how would you feel if a character's lost thing is their voice, making them mute? It sounds like it would be interesting to play, but I've heard a lot of horror stories about kenku PCs, so do you think it would be too disruptive? If that's too much, how about a character who lost the Common tongue, and has to use other languages to communicate?

[Qiksilv]

Welcome to the process.

@Snicker - I am intrigued by the lost voice concept so i won’t automatically say, “no.” My concern lies in that as a written medium losing the ability to speak will not just make it harder to talk to other players and NPCs (that much is obvious) but might also make it hard for you to express your character in a meaningful way. Losing a language means you can still speak but makes it harder for the other players to talk to you which could get frustrating.

So I’m interested but maybe more against than for unless you can come up with a reasonable work-around and feel as if you will be ok with the strong self-imposed handicap.

Actually, speaking of handicap, losing your voice might fit better as a curse. I’m not sure I’d call it a minor curse but it might fit thematically better if that interested you. My same concerns would still apply, obviously.

[leftyyy88]

I am also looking at this game with high interest. I was looking into minor curses elsewhere on the internet, and one of the more humorous ones I saw was "uncontrollable jazz hands." Not the one I'm looking at, but it made me audibly snort out my nose.

One of the things I read somewhere said that the curse would kinda be the opposite of what you lost. Ie. if you lost your cherished stuffed animal, pets (cats, dogs, hampsters) are afraid of you. If you lost your sense of rhythm, the curse is that you always try to dance whenever you hear music.

[Qiksilv]

I also snorted at “uncontrollable jazz hands”. So thanks for that.

All of these sound reasonable and/or like they could be fun to read and play with.

[Greyling]

 

Application #1   Name: Wrelynna (child name: Kaienna) Callen'ith Race: Pallid Elf Class: Bard (looking toward College of Creation) Alignment: NG Lost Thing: Jackalope plush Minor Curse: Animosity from animals ( cats hiss at her at random!) Background: Kaienna's early years were spent growing up in the isolated elven community of Ahinardel in a secluded glade. Cutoff from the outside, what little the community knew of the world beyond the glade was learned through bards they periodically sent out. Life was peaceful inside the glade, but she always looked forward to the returning bards. Hearing tales of heroic Elves and the exotic races and creatures. Her favorite tales were told by a friend of her mothers', Naivara Nailo. One of Aunt Naivara's stories was about a magical little woodland creature that looked like a rabbit with tiny antlers. Her favorite aunt even surprised her with a soft plushie of the creature that was called a Jackalope, which quickly became a prized possession. A rare opportunity occurred happened when Kaienna was 72 years ago for Wrelynnastill a youth. She remembers when the strange came to her isolated community, but is fuzzy on the details. There were kaleidoscopic tents, strange creatures, and though she can't recall if they were real or fakebutterfly wings. The elders of her community cautious. The carnival were very friendly and inviting, but the elders imposed an age requirement. Only allowing those they believed old enough to be careful. Kaienna's curiosity and wonder wouldn't listen. On the last night before the carnival planned to leave she swam across the stream that encircled the fairgrounds. She tried to stay out of sight, and believed she had succeeded. She didn't notice a high elf acrobat wearing a crescent moon mask watching her. It wasn't until after the carnival left that Kaienna realized her Jackalope was gone. Now, years later, her aunt returned from her travels sick. Coincidentally, Wrelynna has heard news of the carnival's arrival nearby. A sliver of hope blooms in the young bard. Perhaps she could recover the token of their bond.

Application #2 Name: Midnight Race: an Awaken PHB p216 5th-level transmutation Casting Time: 8 hours Range: Touch Components: V, S, M (an agate worth at least 1,000 gp, which the spell consumes) Duration: Instantaneous After spending the casting time tracing magical pathways within a precious gemstone, you touch a Huge or smaller beast or plant. The target must have either no Intelligence score or an Intelligence of 3 or less. The target gains an Intelligence of 10. The target also gains the ability to speak one language you know. If the target is a plant, it gains the ability to move its limbs, roots, vines, creepers, and so forth, and it gains senses similar to a human's. Your DM chooses statistics appropriate for the awakened plant, such as the statistics for the awakened shrub or the awakened tree. The awakened beast or plant is charmed by you for 30 days or until you or your companions do anything harmful to it. When the charmed condition ends, the awakened creature chooses whether to remain friendly to you, based on how you treated it while it was charmed.awakened cat Class: An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer Alignment: NG Lost Thing: My human's mental stats. More specifically her Wisdom. The process of stealing her wisdom transferred her Intelligence and Charisma into me, and making me an awakened beast. Without mental stats, my human girl would probably be in a coma back home. Minor Curse: Stone of Ill Luck TftYP p229 Wondrous item, uncommon (requires attunement) 1 lb. This polished agate appears to be a stone of good luck to anyone who tries to identify it, and it confers that item's property while on your person. Curse. This item is cursed. While it is on your person, you take a -2 penalty to ability checks and saving throws. Until the curse is discovered, the DM secretly applies this penalty, assuming you are adding the item's bonus. You are unwilling to part with the stone until the curse is broken with remove curse or similar magic.Bad luck of a stereotypical black cat Background: Eight years ago I was a happy cat. I had the best Human. Betha Esvele Amblecrown of Brightwood EstateBetha, that's I guess I would have too, if I could talk back thenwhat her parents called her, took such good care of me. Tasty treats, chase games, and such great belly rubs. It was a trip to a strange visiting carnival that changed that- silencing my girl. Her parents were bringing her to the carnival, but while they waited in line Betha and I got separated. She would have started looking for her ma and da, except like most youth children she was captivated by the colors, sounds and smells. When we were found, Betha was asleep and no matter how much I meowed or nudged her my girl wouldn't wake. Now, I've heard the carnival is back. And I WILL get my Betha back.

I am kind of partial to Midnight

[leftyyy88]

Lefty's App Name: Kadar Gorthak Race: Half-Orc Class: Paladin Alignment: Lawful Good Lost Thing: Sense of humor Minor Curse: He doesn't get jokes, puns, or euphemisms. He takes everything literally. Background On that fateful night the carnival was in town, Kadar succumbed to peer pressure. His memories from that night were vague, at best, but he remembered his friends egging him on beforehand. "Go on Kadar. Just lift the canvas here and you're in. The rest of us will be right behind you. Don't be a chicken!" Well, he showed them: he was under the tent flap in seconds. But he didn't remember anything after that. The next day when he woke up, the carnival was gone and he felt the pang of loss somewhere deep within. Since that day, Kadar became a stickler for the rules. He lost ... something... because he broke the rules, and he swore that he would never break them again. Whenever the other kids in the village would start some sort of mischief, Kadar was quick to report them. He didn't want them to suffer the same fate as he did, after all. As he grew older, the world around Kadar seemed to grow more and more black and white. There was right, and there was wrong. Kadar soon failed to see anything in between. When he joined the town guard, these qualities helped him excel compared to the other recruits, and he quickly gained rank. But he often found himself the butt of jokes that he couldn't understand. It's been 16 years since that night and Kadar has been itching to find that carnival again. He had some justice to deliver. About Lefty: I've played for years, including in person, online with virtual tabletops, and about a year of PBP with a different site. I am new to this site, and working through my NPSG. But I'm pretty familiar with 5e (Pathfinder is my OG) and have even run a few sessions as a DM. I'm a big fan of the big dumb archetype: smash face into door instead of trying the doorknob, etc. And I love the jokes, so this character who has lost their sense of humor is going to be a challenge, haha. I've also been writing for a while and am working on a few projects irl. I can post 1/week easily and will likely be able to provide more frequent posts.

[Alemar]

Application Complete

Application Name: Saorise Greendale Race: Half-Elf Class: Draconic Sorceress (Silver Dragon Bloodline) Alignment: Chaotic Good Lost Thing: Saorise has recently felt a great unease about the Carnival. She knew from the Magisters that something was missing in her life, but couldn't remember what it was. But now she wants to reclaim what was lost... Severed from her soul when she left the big-top behind. While Saorise doesn't actually know WHAT is missing, there is no guarantee that her sibling would not remember everything, and wonder why it took so long for her to return to him.Twin Brother Minor Curse: Disadvantage on insight and performance checksTone Deaf -X-X-X- Custom Entertainer Trait #1 I tend to get bored easily, let's get on with it already! Trait #2 I love a good insult, even if it's directed at me. Ideal The stories, legends, and songs, of the past are who we are, and must never be forgotten. Bond I was once cheated out of my fair share, never again! Now my loyalty lies with money. Flaw I can tend to be overconfident in my abilities. Never tell me the odds, cause I'll always win. Backstory: 16 years have passed since Saorise first entered the Witchlight Carnival, and while her memory of this place had always been foggy at best, she more 'feels' a fond recollection of her time; a lifetime of evenings spent twirling amongst the dancing lights. Upon her return from the Carnival, her Mother had behaved strangely. Demanding of the girl in a calm, yet even tone, to know where her Brother was? "Brother? What are you asking Mum?" The young Saorise had asked her in confounded surprise; before her eyes glazed over with a happy smile appearing on her face. As she went to her bedroom to play, her Mother had again called after her. But again, as before, there seemed to be no emotion to her words, no urgency about this mysterious joke. And after a week or so, her Mother, her Neighbors, even the local Alchemist, had all stopped trying to prod her with tales of her family's missing son. The strange prank had run its course, and things returned to a sense of normalcy... even if it didn't quite feel as normal as before. Recently however, she has begun having ominous dreams about the Circus. A disaster is coming, or perhaps it already has... A dark figure stands amidst a thunderstorm. Fist balled, and raised in anger as anguished cries echo amongst the cacophonous thunder "Saorise, why have you forsaken ME?" Each morning, the troubled young woman awakes from these dreams in a cold sweat, a word forming on her parched lips... "Balovar" Saorise longs to return to Witchlight. To once again see those sights, relive whatever greatness still clings to her memory... And while she is there, perhaps a seer of fortunes might be able to shed some light on this strange word, these terrible nightmares?

[SnakeOilCharmer]

Now I'm thinking of it there's so many potentially good minor curses. A Dwarf who lost the ability to tolerate liquor! An Elf who lost their arrogance. A ranger who lost their sense of direction. Maybe even the classic 'A leonin who lost their courage.'

[leftyyy88]

I was thinking about the courage one, is now afraid of small animals like kittens and hamsters.

[JohnStone]

I have an idea forming for an artist type who has lost her colors (she is black and white)
I am thinking fathomless Warlock with a blob of paint as her tentacle.