Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-5735114-20140214234541

Talsakr seemed to seize up as the voices within him tried to take control. They were not accustomed to doing so, as they had never needed to before, and it took a good amount of effort.

Eldoril was watching Talsakr's erratic movements with facination. In all of his years at the College, he'd never seen a curse such as this. He kept watching, trying to discern a pattern of some sort.

'C'mon... work! Work, work, work! Jobs! Agh...! Why isn't this working!?'

Despite the voices' continued efforts, Talsakr's mind didn't give up the fight and poor Talsakr was stuck, incapable of doing anything but observing in panic.

After about fifteen minutes of struggle, the voices appeared to be winning. Talsakr's movements were growing ever more strange as the voices attemted to overthrow his control, contorting his body in all manner of ways while they were at it.

Talsakr now descended to a state of panic as he frantically tried to regain contol of his body somehow, even if it was just to move his pinky. Unfortunately for him, he was unsuccessful, and he soon became much less aware of his eyesight and hearing.

"So, anyways, as I was saying... wait, have I told you about my uncle?"

The voices had now gained control of Talsakr, and Eldoril was in for a very boring rant...