d40 | Effect | Flavor Text |
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1 |
You are always icy cold to the touch. |
You didn't quite fully shake death's cold embrace. |
2 |
When sleeping, you appear dead to a casual observer. You barely breath, and your heartbeat cannot be felt. |
Your signs of life now cease whenever you sleep. |
3 |
You feel at home in crypts, graveyards, and other places of burial. You feel tired in such places. |
You find comfort in the places of the final rest. |
4 |
You have trouble remembering that living creatures and corpses should be treated differently. |
It is difficult for you to differentiate the rites of dead and the customs of the living. |
5 |
You barely bleed, even when badly injured. |
Your blood has become thick and doesn't spill easily. |
6 |
You still bear the wound that killed you. It never bleeds, but never heals, as if frozen in time. |
The physical trauma of the killing blow has left an immutable mark on you. |
7 |
You develop a great interest in matters of spirituality and faith. |
You are interested in matters of the soul, spirit, and faith. |
8 |
You develop a fascination with the occult and necromancy. |
You are fascinated in the rites of necromancy and eccentric magics. |
9 |
Your heart beats very slowly. This event sometimes surprises you. |
Your heart beats very slowly. This event sometimes surprises you. |
10 |
You rarely blink, and your eyes possess a glazed over look. |
During the soul’s departure, its windows have glazed over. |
11 |
You find little use in material wealth. |
You've learned that you can't take it with you, and find little use in material possessions. |
12 |
You have an obsession in the pleasures of the material world. |
You feel the urge to indulge yourself as much as possible while you still can. |
13 |
Grass browns beneath your feet, small animals get visibly ill near you, and insects drop dead around you. |
The energy of death still lingers within your soul and faintly radiates from you. |
14 |
When you breathe, a small fog issues from your mouth or nose as if you are in freezing temperatures. |
Death's cold embrace is still present in your every breath. |
15 |
You are restless, not wanting to waste a single moment of this renewed life. |
You've been given another chance. You aren't about to squander it. |
16 |
You find it difficult to bring yourself to kill another being or condone a being's death. |
Having died, you find it difficult bring yourself to inflict a similar fate on another being. |
17 |
Your skin tone becomes desaturated, and your eyes sunken in. |
The countenance of death has not faded since your return. |
18 |
You smell of damp earth, and you find dirt on you in the strangest places. |
The dirt of the grave is always with you. |
19 |
Corpses and places of burial unnerve you greatly, and you feel uncomfortable when discussing your death. |
The dead disturb you, and you feel a great unease discussing your demise. |
20 |
You're glad to be back, but you always feel a sense of unease having cheated death. |
You're relieved to be alive, but you can't help but feel that you're on borrowed time. |
21 |
You are followed by blackbirds and ravens when outdoors. |
The birds of death and ill omen follow curiously in your wake. |
22 |
Your hair color becomes white. |
The hue of your hair has turned shock white on your death. |
23 |
You can't help but feel that life has a little bit less meaning and purpose. |
You can't help but view the world of the living with a bit more nihilism. |
24 |
You develop a strong sense of caution and slight paranoia. |
You frequently worry about dying again, and take great pains to avoid doing so. |
25 |
Your eye color becomes an unnatural color. |
Upon the soul's return, the color of its windows has changed. |
26 |
You no longer have a reflection. |
You no longer have a reflection. |
27 |
You feel like you owe a great debt to those who resurrected you. |
You feel as if you owe a nigh-unpayable debt to those who resurrected you. |
28 |
You feel the guilt of failure in your death. |
You feel the guilt of failure in your death. |
29 |
You no longer cast a shadow. |
You no longer cast a shadow. |
30 |
Your movements are echoed by a faint, ethereal afterimage. |
Your spirit and body have slightly unsynced, giving your movements a ghostly echo. |
31 |
To you, your return is a sign that the fates have a greater destiny in store for you. |
To you, your return is a sign that the fates have a greater destiny in store for you. |
32 |
You can't be bothered trivial things anymore. All the petty stuff seems so meaningless to you now. |
You can't be bothered with the trivial things anymore. |
33 |
Your joints and muscles are often stiff and tense, especially after waking. |
The aches of death never seem to fully go away. |
34 |
You have a permanent mark of your resurrector's deity or afterlife's symbol on your body. |
Your return has come with a reminder of your savior and brush with death. |
35 |
Your afterlife was blissful. You were reluctant to come back. |
Your afterlife was blissful. You were reluctant to come back. |
36 |
You no longer fear death, and make decisions with little regard to your own safety. |
You feel invincible, especially in the face of danger. |
37 |
Your veins have darkened and your blood has turned to a black ichor. |
The energy of death stills flows through your veins. |
38 |
Your voice has a ethereal, echo quality. |
The voice of your spirit has returned and blended with your voice. |
39 |
Death was far from pleasant and you would do anything to never experience it again. |
Death was far from pleasant and you would do anything to never experience it again. |
40 |
Your afterlife experience is a foggy memory, and you can't help but feel as if you're forgetting something important. |
Your memory of the afterlife is hazy, but it's right there, on the tip of your tongue... |