A robed figure appears, cloaked in midnight blue. While it draws near, you find that you are unable to move. It points towards you with its left hand, while an unnatural voice whispers syllables that slip from your consciousness even as you sense the tremendous weight and terrible power behind those words.

You feel a burning sensation as arcane sigils etch themselves upon your bare palms.

DM Moderated Message:

You have been afflicted with the Lesser Curse of Disma. The next two gold pieces that you touch with your hands (be they bare or gloved) will be transmuted into gallstones.