(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

of scars, Salabesh the Onyx is the MASTER of Curses, and there is no other!
Why, I could give you but a single phrase that would render that
nincompoop's cursing wholly impotent!"
I pursed my lips and raised an eyebrow, trying to look skeptical. Grace hid a
smile behind a lily-white hand.
"That's it! You've made me do it!" Salabesh uttered a short string of
impossible syllables... words of power, which I noted mentally for later use
against Jumble. "There! See what that does to him, and tell me Salabesh the
Onyx isn't the Master of Curses, then!"
"Thanks, Salabesh; I'll do that. Farewell."
Jumble frowned at my appearance, biting his thumb in my direction and
waving me away.
"Jumble, I need you to remove the curse you put on me."
His only response was to roll his eyes and yawn pointedly.
"Remove the curse, Jumble, before I'm forced to hurt you."
Jumble Murdersense made a show of examining and cleaning his fingernails,
and that was all.
Well, that's that then.
I wasn't about to give him a third chance, and with no small amount of glee I
threw the curse Salabesh taught me at him.
Jumble stared at me with a somewhat skeptical expression as I spoke the
arcane syllables of Salabesh's curse. The power buzzed over my tongue, and
my teeth tingled. After a moment of awkward silence, the Xaositect mage
noted that nothing seems to have happened... and an evil grin spread across
his face.
Oh dung.
He opened his mouth to retaliate with another curse of his own... and his
eyes grew wide. Jumble clutched his throat, hips lips writhed. He rocked
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