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When you wake up, there's a beautiful dagger plunged into the ground beside you. You had to touch it, didn't you? Now that you've touched it the curse is activated. Write a minimum of 250 words about what happens with the dagger. After you stop the dagger's power, you can keep itl

If you roll a 1: The curse winds up being more of you cursing at whoever did this to you. You can't do anything right. Everything you try to do goes wrong, often in hilarious ways.
If you roll a 2: The curse is deadly. You have to find a way to neutralize the dagger. How?
If you roll a 3: The dagger is actually a draining dagger, which means your breed gifts are slowly being nullified (a flutter would be unable to shrink, a unicorn to heal). Only an unselfish act can neutralize it.


Joramun should have known better. When she saw the dagger placed in the ground so close to her, she'd awoken in a fury. How could she have let someone get tos close to her? How had she not waken up? She could have been killed. She was taught better than that. What was wrong with her instincts? No one had snuck up on her since she was a foal.

After she searched the permeter to see if anyone else was around Joramun had gone back to the dagger. In anger she had wrenched it from the ground. When she had grabbed it with her teeth, she knew that this was no ordinary dagger. She could dfeel the effects of it covering her like a blanket. Damn it! This had to be a curse. She'd heard of such things. Weird things were not uncommon where she lived in the cold north. It had never happend to her though and she had been an idiot not to think of that before she'd just grabbed it. She had let her anger get the best of her again. Damn!

She kicked the snow in fury, but as her foot went into the snow she lost her balance. Her whole body pitched over in the snow. Looking up from her back, Joramun Snow cursed everyone and everything she could think to name. She was being as clumsy as a newborn foal. What was wrong with her? Was the dagger some how affecting this.? No that waw stupid of course. Or at least she thought so.

She really didn't know anymore. Getting herself up from the snow she had fallen, she decided to go fishing for her and Gendel's meal. There was a nice pool of wwater, completey frozen over except for thefishing hole she had made. She had been careful to make sure the ice was thick everywhere except at her fishing hole.

Stepping on to the ice, she slid her body coming precariously close to the hole while she cursed the heavens. Somehow she was able to stop herself before going in. She was panting over the exertion. Joramun Rowan Snow gave out anckering laugh thinking that if this dagger was cursed then she'd foiled it.

That was when the ice cracked. It sounded like the snapping of bone when you try to get to themarrow, then she was plunged into the water. It was so cold that it instantly took away all her breath. Her body had sunk so low when she fell through the ice that she felt as though she'd never reach the surface. When she finally broke through she was gasping for air.. How could this have happened? This very hole was always this way. Her ancestors had fished here and there had never been a crack in the ice.

Dammit. She hauled herself out and looked at the daggar, then threw it in the bottom of the pool. Shaking off her fur the best she could, she went backt to her camp to warm up. The first thing she saw was the dagger piercing the snow by her fire.

How the hell did it get back there?