[A wry smile tugs at the corner of his lips, just for a moment, his gaze mirthless.]
Dramatic, perhaps, but a necessary measure should things reach that point. I do not wish to level a city or take innocent lives should it exacerbate so.
[That, he takes quite seriously. Even if no help can be found for him, and gods, he had done everything short of traveling to the far corners of Faerun himself to find a solution (though not for a lack of effort), he will not see others pay for his recklessness.]
I'm afraid to give true understanding of what it is would require quite a long story, indeed, but as you're a practitioner of the arcane yourself, I suppose shortcuts can be taken. The 'Weave' is the source of all magic in Faerun— what is inside me is akin to a piece of it, though corrupted, destructive.
[He exhales.]
At present, the symptoms are fatigue and varying levels of discomfort pain. Difficulty breathing, on occasion. I've lived with it long enough to know how it will progress. Next comes a ringing in the ears and muscle spasms. Disorientation, inability to concentrate. General biological deterioration, loss of mobility. I'm certain you can imagine what eventually follows.
[The same end everyone meets eventually, only considerably more explosive.]
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Dramatic, perhaps, but a necessary measure should things reach that point. I do not wish to level a city or take innocent lives should it exacerbate so.
[That, he takes quite seriously. Even if no help can be found for him, and gods, he had done everything short of traveling to the far corners of Faerun himself to find a solution (though not for a lack of effort), he will not see others pay for his recklessness.]
I'm afraid to give true understanding of what it is would require quite a long story, indeed, but as you're a practitioner of the arcane yourself, I suppose shortcuts can be taken. The 'Weave' is the source of all magic in Faerun— what is inside me is akin to a piece of it, though corrupted, destructive.
[He exhales.]
At present, the symptoms are fatigue and varying levels of discomfort pain. Difficulty breathing, on occasion. I've lived with it long enough to know how it will progress. Next comes a ringing in the ears and muscle spasms. Disorientation, inability to concentrate. General biological deterioration, loss of mobility. I'm certain you can imagine what eventually follows.
[The same end everyone meets eventually, only considerably more explosive.]