Nightwatcher Boon/Bane (Game)

[Brightness Enna she/her]

Granted. Khriss teaches you how to sew socks. Then leaves on some important task.

 

Your bane is that all water from now on will taste just slightly like mint. No matter what you put in it or what the water goes in. (pasta, kool-aid, artichokes, those awesome pudding-brownie hybrid things...)

 

I wish to know which lane will go the fastest whenever I approach an intersection. And be able to get into said lane. 

[Vissy]

 

As for your bane... well, I guess that's bane bone enough. 

 

Fixed it for you.

 

 

 

I wish to know which lane will go the fastest whenever I approach an intersection. And be able to get into said lane. 

 

Granted. You become a master of lane-swapping and of reading the flow of the traffic. Unfortunately, to become one without any of the prerequisites, it makes you into a braindead zombie - except when swapping lanes. Then you're a genius. 

 

I wish to gain the ability to turn invisible (and back to being visible) at will.

Edited April 19, 2016 by Varangian

[Rasarr she/her]

Granted, although it only works on you, and not on your clothes, things you have in your pocket, dirt on your skin or anything else. As your bane, any time your clothes leave your sight, they are somehow misplaced to the most improbable place, albeit not one that would destroy them permanently.

 

I wish to re-learn how to multiply numbers, and not at the cost of my new pet shoggoth. High school finals are not a good time to forget maths... 

[Brightness Enna she/her]

Granted. You re-learn how to multiply numbers, but spend so much time doing it that you forget every other math topic you supposedly learned this year.

 

Your bane is that, from now on, you will never be able to guess the age of any person you see, with the exception of children under ten. This means that you will not be able to tell if you should be humble or haughty around a person. (In high school terms, this means you're a junior for eternity - mostly sure that everybody is younger than you but not wanting to guess in case they're actually a senior.)

 

I wish for the effortlessness of improvising on the piano that comes with decades of practice, without having to wait at all. (Like this awesome person)

[DrakeMarshall he/him]

Granted. Your skills of improvisation are brilliant.

As your bane, you experience physical pain when you hear music that is off pitch. Also everybody resents that you are so good without any work.

 

I wish for my metalmind not to also apparently be a hemalurgic spike.

[Charlie.x.3000]

Granted. Your bane is that instead if your metalmind also granting you the ability to tap it, you are now unable to tap your metalmind.

 

I wish for capacity to prevent the coming storm of my fail on the Calculus exam.

[Archibaldie]

Granted.

You forget to show up to the exam.

I wish my chairs armrest wasn't broken.

[Eccentric Hero he/him]

Granted.

You forget to show up to the exam.

I wish my chairs armrest wasn't broken.

Your chair's armrest is no longer broken thanks to the use of copious amounts of duct tape. I also sprayed lots of WD-40 on it to finish the job.

Bane: Wayne will "trade" for the items in your house.

 

I wish to learn ketek-writing/ ketek-writing learn to wish I.. Wait that doesn't work.

[Brightness Enna she/her]

Beautiful wish for keteks are keteks for wishing beautifully

Okay... I kind of succeeded.

 

Anyway, granted. You now know how to write keteks. Your bane is that you had to take a four-year program to do it. (They are difficult to write meaningfully, after all.) This means that you are now four years older, your current job/school/stuff was on hold, and you accomplished basically nothing. Unless you are savvy and learn how to make money from it. Then hey, go you.

 

I wish to be constantly hydrated without worrying about it. (Without drowning, either.)

[Sunbird she/her]

Granted. You are now never thirsty, but you have lost your ability to taste all beverages.

 

I wish I could control the weather.

[Mr. Staccato he/him]

The nightwatcher - despite all logical precedent - provides you the awesome ability to bend the full range of the atmosphere's power to your will. Your anger summons thunderstorms, your sadness brings forth endless downpours or furious blizzards, your happiness stains the entire landscape with rainbows, etc.

 

However, from now on you will always smell like either a malasalas, a chinese meat bun, or a tangerine. On rare occasions, you will smell like all three. Nothing you take, put on, or wash yourself with will ever stop you from smelling like food - or during those times when all three mix up - from smelling like a newly brewed headache. (This is the Dew talking.)

 

I wish for the ability to conjure bathrooms out of nowhere. Just because. 

Edited April 21, 2016 by Mr. Staccato

[Charlie.x.3000]

Granted. They appear when you sit down and replace whatever you sat down on. Example: you sit on chair in room, chair becomes toilet, rooms becomes bathroom.

I wish for the ability to make people happy.

[Arcoss]

Granted. They appear when you sit down and replace whatever you sat down on. Example: you sit on chair in room, chair becomes toilet, rooms becomes bathroom.

I wish for the ability to make people happy.

Granted, everyone will be happy but only if you volunteer as a bridgeman

 

I wish to replace you as the NightWatcher

[Mr. Staccato he/him]

I don't think the Nightwatcher appreciates being asked if she could be replaced by a mortal human being. So she bribes you instead with a real Pokeball to drop your wish. Inside resides the most powerful, the most terrible, the most awe-inspiring Pokemon in the entire universe. Congratulations! Your starting Pokemon is...

 

 

Enjoy.

 

Your bane is that since you're the only one in the entire world with an actual Pokemon, no Pokemon battles for you!

 

Now let's see... I think I'll wish for the gift of insight. *cue foreboding music*

Edited April 22, 2016 by Mr. Staccato

[kenod]

Granted, you get insight into all the inner workings of the universe, but as a natural result, you fall into a catatonic state because the brain can't handle the information.

Your bane is that you will live for ever, to remind people that knowledge can be dangerous.

(The catatonic state was a natural result, you still needed a curse.)

 

My wish is that I get transported to Roshar and become a Willshaper.

[Rasarr she/her]

The Nightwatcher, noticing the notable lack of Willshapers on Roshar, is more than happy to make your wish reality and you, a past-your-first-Oath Willshaper-in-making, are transported to Jah Keved capital of Vedenar on the first day after the Everstorm. Upon arrival, however, while you remember everything about the world of Roshar itself, including the up-and-running Desolation, you foget everything about characters of the Stormlight Archive, including their very existence. Except for one thing: there is this king in Vedenar called Taravangian and he knows how to save Roshar. 

 

Oh great Nightwatcher, please grant me enlightment: just what is the difference between a fool, a jesk and a jester? All this humble applicant knows is that some difference exists.

[Vissy]

The answer, you hear, a disembodied voice that seems to reverberate within your skull, is the same as the difference between a comedian and a smartass. 

 

As for your bane, another voice interjects, I would have made your face resemble a chull, but nature has unfortunately spared me that duty. Instead, I shall gift you this fitting tin foil hat. May it stick to your scalp forever.

 

I want to be able to control my hormones at will. 

Edited April 23, 2016 by Varangian

[Mr. Staccato he/him]

Granted. You now possess a remote capable of tampering with your hormones, a map to your body chemistry, and an 8000 page manual dedicated to how to make the freaking remote work. You want to control your hormones at will? Well, start reading.

I wish for my very own successful sitcom.

[Kruppe he/him]

Granted, it is very successful in the sense that it is the only sitcom in the would that has been running for 5 years non stop and will run for at least 10 years more - non stop.

 

 

I wish to pretty much be a returned without needing an extra breath per week.

[Brightness Enna she/her]

Okay. You're a Returned and you don't need Breath to stay that way. You forget your family, friends, and everything you've learned since fourth grade. On the plus side, you're bigger and better looking. And people respect you, though most of the people in the world already have a religion and aren't likely to worship you.

 

Your bane is that you need to eat an entire tree (at least 5 years old) every week or you die. Your body chemistry has been changed to allow this to happen.

 

I wish for the printer to work.

[cloudjumper he/him]

Granted, but you must feed it a fresh hemallurgical spike every day in order to get it to work.

 

I wish to be blind.

[Charlie.x.3000]

You're blind, because you have two steel spikes sticking out your eyes. You have now become a Steel Inquisitor.

I wish for true love.

[Vissy]

You find true love. She/he is not the person of your dreams, but you find that you love her/him all the more for that. You think you could live with her/him for an eternity. Unfortunately, to achieve your true love, you have to give up your relationship with another person you love greatly. But life is full of choices. 

 

As for your bane - you guessed it - the name of that person, whose love you had to give up, now manifests as the sound of leaves in the wind whenever it comes up in any manner or form. (You're the real life Dalinar, congratulations!)

 

I wish for the ability to draft blue. (Drafting blue luxin; it's hard, unyielding, makes for great weapons, also affects your state of mind to become extremely rational, orderly, enthusiastic about equations and so on). It'd be a great boon indeed.

Edited April 24, 2016 by Varangian

[Mr. Staccato he/him]

The Nightwatcher grants you the ability to draft blue luxin. Your mastery of the art is so supreme you make Blue Lanterns look like a freaking joke compared to you. But toying with cross-fictional universe magic systems has caused you to develop an even worse bane than simply devolving into a wight. Overuse of your power now turns you into...

 

*consults Nightwatcher random bane list*

 

...a camel. Huh, go figure. 

 

I wish there was a metal in the universe that has the feruchemical property to store creativity. Sure would make writing a book far less troublesome.

[Archibaldie]

Such a metal now exists, unfortunately this metal is Caesium, reacting explosively with water in air and your body.

 

I wish for my cat to have all feruchemical abilities.