Elve has been cursed with insatiable hunger. You will be constantly hungry and your stomach will feel hollow no matter how much you eat.
Esileif has been cursed with gluttony. You will have a strong desire to eat all the time, even if you are not hungry.
Chrysaeta has been cursed with pica. You will have a strong urge to eat all matter of non-food items.
This will last for two RL weeks. (However, if you want to make them permanent, you may.)
They stand against him, that tattered group of survivors, each declaring their opposition. Famine stares back at them, terrible features impassive. He can feel the hunger roiling inside of their bellies, bringing him an unearthly satisfaction. But it is more than their hunger he wants, more than their willingness to chew even their own flesh to abate that hunger. He wants their world, the vibrant greens and browns and yellows peeking through increasingly frequent flashes of colliding realms. With each flicker, Beqanna is visible for just a moment longer as the grays of purgatory are slowly being overrun.
He is patient. He will wait.
And then three more disappear, lost to the world outside.
As they stare at each other in shared obstinacy, his brothers range behind him, agitated and furious in equal measure. But when that final explosion sounds in the distance, a slow, satisfied smile begins to curve Famine’s lips.
The end has come.
They will soon be free.
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You knew before you even laid eyes upon him that Famine is different. But now, staring at his still, calm features, it is even more obvious. He does not react like his brethren, his patience disquieting in a way the others are not. He does not even flinch when the final seal splinters apart, instead allowing a smile to light his features.
And you know, without question, that the worst is yet to come.
Famine gives you only one warning, that single word terrifying in its benevolence.
”Run,” he says, his voice so implacably confident you know that he is perfectly serious.
You turn and run. You know, just as you knew so many things before, that your only chance for survival is to outrun the beast that comes. To claim a piece of the seal before he can reach you.
Unlike the others, he is quiet. He utters not a word, not even a single sound, as he comes for you. The only sign of his approach are the muted flashes of blue visible through the trees. His name whispers through your ears just before he reaches you.
Death.
One touch. Just one touch is all it will take.
The only thing that might be able to save you is the seal.
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