Description
Element: Plague
Skill Level: Novice
Ability Depicted: Wither
Picture Count:
Secrete Sludge: 0/2
Create Illness: 0/2
Wither: 1/2 (here)
Relate Illness: 0/2
Gil didn't know a lot about magic.
Sure, he'd heard things about it, how it was basically supposed to work, and the general result you were supposed to get, but it was never very specific. The plague element wasn't something you generally saw being demonstrated out and about like a non-forbidden element. You didn't have to look far to find, say, an example of fire magic. It wasn't like you could just go out and ask somebody for help tutoring, either; most kitters weren't open about having an affinity for what was generally considered the most detestable element. So he only had a general idea of what to expect.
He didn't expect it to hurt so much.
Was that normal? It felt worse than being burned with a hot poker― and for what? He didn't feel any stronger.
He needed to get this thing covered up.
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