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

ack and forth, rolling like the big pumpkin he was, and looked up to me,
mute as a stone. Salabesh's curse had removed Jumble's ability to speak,
and destroyed the Xaositect's ability to curse others. He huffed, not even
able to emit strangled gasps. The panic welled up in his eyes.
"Looks like the tables are turned, Jumble. What do you think'll happen when
anyone - hiccup! - you've ever cursed finds out you can't speak - or curse -
anymore?"
Jumble dropped to his knees, a pleading expression in his eyes. He looked
ready to burst into tears.
"Will you - hiccup! - remove the curse you placed on me? And swear never
to curse another who didn't mean you harm?"
Jumble placed his hands over his heart and nodded vigorously.
I didn't know if I could trust a Xaositect to be consistent, but I suppose I was
going to give him this third chance after all, "Very well. I'll remove the curse,
then..."
Jumble sighed with relief as I removed Salabesh's curse from him. He, in
turn, removed his own, and my hiccups finally stopped. He then bowed
humbly and cast his eyes to the floor.
"I'd like you to take your curse off Reekwind, as well."
Jumble nodded, pouting, and with a wave of his hand, removed Reekwind's
curse.
"Thanks. Farewell, Jumble."
~~~~~
The smell of the Hive was foul as ever: hints of sulfur and the rank stench of
rotting garbage and the musk of mildew flourishing in every corner. But
when I approached Reekwind I was pleasantly surprised. His eyes no longer
had their bug-eyed stare, and he was no longer assailed by the twitching
spasms from before. The fecal stench was gone, and that alone was like a
gust of fresh air. He was smiling, and he looked considerably cleaner than
before.
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