@dunamiser cast message: feeblemind — for thirty days, or until they are cured from it, their intellect and ability to think falls to the level of barely functio- nal. while they can still recognise, follow, or protect their friends they become unable to understand language, communicate intelligently, talk, or cast magic. ( eyebrow waggles )
fog, was how he’d described it to beau, cloud, madness; him, breaking. the thought flickers briefly, a candle being fed by a match but never catching the flame, before it’s gone, blankness and quiet in its place as memories struggle to find footing. there are other people here: some that he needs to step away from, and another voice that doesn’t feel like danger---he has friends here. a vague sense of security, a knowledge that there are sides to this, that he needs to do something to help even if the arcane that’s always found a home within him feels tangled, unreachable, incomprehensible to him right now. another attempt to call him, by a voice he knows, and he turns to meet the eyes of a drow. i have friends here. he needs to help them get away from whatever’s dangerous. he puts his hand on essek’s arm, hands twisting in shapes that must mean something to him but nothing follows---
is essek a friend?
the matter feels complicated, the instinctual ‘ yes ’ coming with a thread of something heavy interwoven to it---but it’s a ‘ yes ’, so he holds his hand there ( almost clinging to it, eyes cast down in confusion ) as essek continues to speak words that mean nothing to him. they need to leave. we need to leave... but the sounds that come out when he tries to signal the matter even he knows to not be words.
ARCANE EFFECTS. — feeblemind: for thirty days, or until they are cured from it, their intellect and ability to think falls to the level of barely functional. while they can still recognise, follow, or protect their friends, they become unable to understand language, communicate intelligently, talk, or cast magic.
