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“But first, everyone needs to pay their ante.” She snaps her fingers. The party holds still ready to receive an attack. For a moment the room is silent. But then the smell hits. The intense scent of rot. Uncomfortable, (), you tighten your grip on your (weapon) and hear a squelch. You feel an intense cold in your left wrist. You look down to see that your fingers have closed tighter than should be possible around the (metal). There is a thick deep red and black paste covered in a papery pale substance that fills the gaps between your fingers and around your backhand. For some reason, you can’t feel the paste. You release your grip on your left hand, making sure to keep pointing your weapon at the Gambler with your right, to investigate. What you see next is your bones, starkly white, and your rotten flesh, decomposed into a sludge.

(-3 attack power)

Player reacts, probably looks at the others. Notices ()’s foot has rotted (-25 movement speed), Mateo’s character has a moldy shooting eye (disadvantage on attack rolls to hit)

“Don’t worry, I’ll put the skin in the game too” she says, pulling her scarf off, revealing nothing but a bare spine supporting her head.