Nightwatcher Boon/Bane (Game)

[Pathfinder]

Granted, but I spike you to gain pewter

 

I wish to find the well to become the new lord ruler

[gjustice99 she/her]

Granted, but you cannot remember anything for more than a day. (So you forget meeting Vin.)

 

 

 

 

I wish for the cure to cancer. 

Edited November 18, 2014 by gjustice99

[Pathfinder]

Granted, but you cannot remember anything for more than a day. (So you forget meeting Vin.)

 

 

 

 

I wish for the cure to cancer. 

Granted. no curse since my mother has cancer, and I want to add my wish to that wish. 

[Unhinged he/him]

Granted you get horrible indigestion.

 

I wish for a mild winter.

[Redbird he/him]

With a snow day in the south it is usually less than an inch if any snow.

 

Granted, it only sings 80's music

 

I wish to be awesome.

Edited November 20, 2014 by Redbird3000

[Kobold King he/him]

Granted. Despite your immortality, 2 years as a statue has atrophied your body, leaving you a withered husk of your former self. As such, the only voidspren who wishes to bond with you is one who is equally decrepit ~ a grumpy old voidspren from the days when Jezrien himself was a toddler, who abhors all of them "newfangled forms". You are left with only one option - Voidform. Intimidating as this may sound, it is the oldest of all forms, and its only ability is opening minute black holes that can only suck in nonorganic matter. Why only nonorganics, you may ask? Anything else gives Odium indigestion. Of course, you retain an honored place in the hearts of the malevolent scientists, but because of your overall state of pathetic, you are relegated to a place where your abilities will fit ~ Voidbringer janitor. You live out the rest of your days unclogging the toilets of those higher up in the despot scientist hierarchy, listening to your geezer of a voidspren telling you about how back in his day, people put spirit into unclogging toilets with black holes.

 

Chouta Connoisseur, you are making me more terrified of asking for a boon than I've ever been before. 0.o

[RawToast225 he/him]

Granted. You can only remember every other minute of your life.

 

I wish for a pizza.

[TheDarkDesperado he/him]

 

Granted. Despite your immortality, 2 years as a statue has atrophied your body, leaving you a withered husk of your former self. As such, the only voidspren who wishes to bond with you is one who is equally decrepit ~ a grumpy old voidspren from the days when Jezrien himself was a toddler, who abhors all of them "newfangled forms". You are left with only one option - Voidform. Intimidating as this may sound, it is the oldest of all forms, and its only ability is opening minute black holes that can only suck in nonorganic matter. Why only nonorganics, you may ask? Anything else gives Odium indigestion. Of course, you retain an honored place in the hearts of the malevolent scientists, but because of your overall state of pathetic, you are relegated to a place where your abilities will fit ~ Voidbringer janitor. You live out the rest of your days unclogging the toilets of those higher up in the despot scientist hierarchy, listening to your geezer of a voidspren telling you about how back in his day, people put spirit into unclogging toilets with black holes.

I wish I had a singing koloss.

I want you on some of my next curses!

 

Granted. You can only remember every other minute of your life.

 

I wish for a pizza.

Granted, it has your least favorite toppings and is cooked in your least favorite style, if you refuse to eat it it will force you to eat it.

 

I wish for a non-cursed pizza.

Edited November 19, 2014 by TheDarkDesperado

[Windreader she/her]

Granted. Your hat falls off and gets blown away by a random gust of wind.

I wish for a miniature potted fern.

Edit: Ninja'd by TheDarkDesperado

Edited November 19, 2014 by Windreader

[Unhinged he/him]

Granted it gets eaten by a cat

 

I wish for an A+ on the assignment I'm submitting tomorow

[Twenty@20 he/him]

Granted. Now you have to work that much harder to deserve it.

I wish to be a non-organic form of life.

[Young Bard he/him]

In the moment I made my wish, the Nightwatcher transformed me. I changed immediately, but in this new form, I was unable to move my eyes. What had I become. I could feel myself growing warm, hot in the depths of the Nightwatcher's lair. The heat around me was... melting me? I could just see a pool of steadily growing water around me, even as my vision dimmed when my eyes melted. The Nightwatcher had turned me into a block of ice! In it's steaming caves, I didn't stand a chance. But still, I had sentience. I had lost my sight, my sound, my ability for movement, but I still had my thoughts, my soul which now would never depart to the afterlife. My body melted, leaving only a pool of water at the bottom of the cave. I lay there for an eternity, unable to move, unable to breath, unable to do anything except look at my folly. And then, a tread upon me. Agony laced through me, as I felt the shoe press on me, press through me. And yet, I could do nothing except silently scream in agony. The shoes stopped at the edge of my puddle, squishing me beyond flat, placing a hole in me, displacing the very thing that was now my body.

 

The Nightwatcher stared at her new toy. The last one had been fun. It could still feel the person's thoughts as it screamed in agony, silent to all except those who could read thoughts, as she could. But she had grown bored by a lack of variety. Finally, a new toy had come to her! Now, time for some fun. "What is your wish?" The boy opened his mouth. "I wish, oh Nightwatcher, to replace you. I wish to become the Nightwatcher in every way, to dispense curses. This is my wish." And the Nightwatcher smiled, a heartless grin. "Your wish shall be granted, but..."

 

Ha! Now, every curse dispensed from now on is mine!   This will be fun!

[Unhinged he/him]

 "Your wish shall be granted, but..."

 

... "On second thought here's a puppy, you'll break your leg once you get out of the cave enjoy  ".

 

I wish for a bottle of water.

[Pathfinder]

... "On second thought here's a puppy, you'll break your leg once you get out of the cave enjoy  ".

 

I wish for a bottle of water.

Granted, it is a bottle of salt water

 

I wish to be a bronze ferring, since I hate the cold and am wearing gloves at my desk 

[ChocolateRob he/him]

I wish to be a bronze ferring, since I hate the cold and am wearing gloves at my desk 

 

Granted but you find yourself immediately transported naked to the north pole with nowhere to draw heat from to fill your metalmind.

 

I wish that the next two people to post here feel compelled to do so entirely in Pig Latin

[sanderfan she/her]

Granted, but I choose not to act on said compelling feeling.

 

I wish more people in my family liked reading so that we could theorize about SA together.

[Twenty@20 he/him]

Dato. Et dabo domum tuam ostendere errores etiam maior quam ventus flabello Sanderson rationes.

Volo Prime est insuperabilis.

(Used Google translate. )

Edit: on reverse translation I realised, the original translation is not very accurate.

Edited November 20, 2014 by Twenty@20

[Redbird he/him]

Granted, the prime minister is now a warthog

 

I wish to be well rested.

[Twenty@20 he/him]

Granted, the prime minister is now a warthog.

LOL! I asked for prime invincibility.

[Windreader she/her]

Granted. You fall asleep for 200 years.

I wish to have a copy of Stones Unhallowed.

[Kruppe he/him]

Granted all your favorite characters die. 

 

I want lots of money

[Young Bard he/him]

"Your wish is granted. However, you can only carry around your entire wealth in pennies. Even as she speaks, penny coins begin flashing out from the top of the cave. Several hit you on the head, and you wince, but soon you realize you have bigger problems. The penny coins are already around you, covering you up to your calves, an growing quickly. Even as you try to wrench free, you realize it is too late. Even as the coins cover your head, you are still struggling. Coins drift away from where you are struggling for a while, before everything falls still. The Nightwatcher smiles.

 

I wish for a world without poverty.

[Twenty@20 he/him]

Granted. All the rich people will become poor. If everyone is poor, then no one is poor.

I wish I could jump across chasms.

Edited November 20, 2014 by Twenty@20

[Young Bard he/him]

Granted. All the rich people will become poor. If everyone is poor, then no one is poor.

And so Communism began.

 

 

I wish I could jump across chasms.

 

"I will grant you your wish. However, you will no longer be able to walk normally." Sure enough, the moment you try to leave, you leap a chasm-crossing distance, or you would have if you hadn't hit the cave ceiling at hundreds of kilometres an hour. Rocks and brains? Not a good mix.

 

I wish for world peace.

[Twenty@20 he/him]

And so Communism began.

You wished for it.

I wish for world peace.

Granted. Humans are now extinct and the world is at peace.

I wish to study at the rate of 100 pages/hr.

Edited November 20, 2014 by Twenty@20