Could I get d10 odd supernatural bans or limitations?
You know the power of your patron will only infuse you so long as you never cut your hair. It has been left to grow since you made your pact.
It hurts to use the fire magic. You knew it would. But you didn’t expect the near-constant pain, the tenderness of your palms, the blisters raised on your neck, the redness that no amount of lotion can soothe. You have only to stop and the pain will end. You know this.
You haven’t spoken in nearly ten years. It is a small price to pay in return for the magic that keeps you alive. Your heart beats only by the grace of the ethereal being who granted you more years in exchange for your ability to understand language.
Do not buy a new pair of shoes, the crone warns. Lest my gift be revoked. You’re not sure why this particular request is important, but you don’t want to lose the strength she has granted you. You spend the next years of your life repairing your shoes with whatever scraps of leather you can find.
Your talents for healing are unsurpassed by any who ever lived or will live, but the cost is high, for every wound which you heal appears on your own body, though it will not kill you.
The fey who inhabit your homeland play funny games. Your mother warned you away from them. You should be safe from their machinations so long as you wear a red ribbon in your hair, even when you sleep and bathe.
When you stole the tome, you never expected its magic would be guarded by more than walls, traps, and locks. But it is in your hands now, and you will pay any price to have its secrets. You promise to eat naught but green things for fear of losing the precious gift you now hold. You grow thin over the years, but your wisdom is unparalleled.
The price for magic is your love of painting and weaving. You cannot touch the tools of the arts that brought you such joy over the years, but it cannot be helped. You have a family to protect.
The blindfold is key to your musical prowess. You can only lay eyes upon that which is touched by moonlight, as per the terms of your magic.
One stone from the desert placed at the foot of the temple in the mountains allows you to cast one spell that claims a life. You make the journey when necessity demands.
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