Unbalanced
"You are not in a position to demand anything, little curse."
With that, the uninjured figure in the back raises their right hand, a thick miasma of green and black forming around it. With a flash the spell jumps to you, throwing you backwards and filling your vision with white hot pain. For what feels like an hour you writhe and twist on the floor, slowly regaining the use of your limbs as the pain fades. When you finally come entirely back into consciousness, the group is gone. A deep rumble of thunder shakes the building, threatening to collapse the structure from the outside.
With that, the uninjured figure in the back raises their right hand, a thick miasma of green and black forming around it. With a flash the spell jumps to you, throwing you backwards and filling your vision with white hot pain. For what feels like an hour you writhe and twist on the floor, slowly regaining the use of your limbs as the pain fades. When you finally come entirely back into consciousness, the group is gone. A deep rumble of thunder shakes the building, threatening to collapse the structure from the outside.