Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-28819748-20160807022917/@comment-26814804-20160808234747

Iram was on the ground a mile or so away, on his hands and knees. Blue flame was billowing out of his eyes, and he was trying desperately to get to his feet. All around, trees, rocks, and even the very water were increasing in weight dramatically, sinking into the ground. Iram too was gaining weight, and he couldn't move, FIGHT, or do anything. It was the worst feeling in the world.

He felt the demon inside him, trying to take control. What did it want? What did it want from him? Was he really so accursed? Was he really doomed to die like this?