Nightwatcher Boon/Bane (Game)

[Mistspren she/her]

Granted, but you don’t have a key to open them. 

I wish mosquitos didn’t exist,

[+Hoiditthroughthegrapevine he/him]

1 hour ago, Mistspren said:

I wish mosquitos didn’t exist,

After the words of your wish leave your mouth, the Nightwatcher lifts up her emerald eyes to the sky, and one shimmering luminescent tear falls from her eye as she says "Thank you".

Then her vaporous form swirls and dissipates like early morning mist.

From behind a tree Cultivation jumps out and says "You're did it Mistspren! You won!"

You blink your eyes in shock as Cultivation steps forward and grabs you by the hand and says "It's yours, it's all yours!"

You scratch your head and say "What's all mine?"

"My powers - the power of life itself. I've been looking for a worthy vessel to take my place, so I created the Nightwatcher in an effort to find a single soul, thoughtful and with a noble heart that would look with clear eyes towards the good of all life, and that vessel is you Mistspren".

"At first I worried that it was too obvious a test, I mean I created mosquitoes for this very purpose, but I thought for sure someone would figure this out millenia ago. But you, dear Mistspren are the first to wish this most noble and prudent of wishes. So my power is yours, I will retire to Shinovar and cultivate bonsai trees."

Your only bane is that now your responsible for defeating Odium, but Odium can no longer call upon his mosquitoes spies, so you'll have an easier go of it.

I wish that it rained candy, and that the candy falls softly enough that no people or animals are injured by the candy rain.

[The Allomantic Metalhead he/him]

1 hour ago, hoiditthroughthegrapevine said:

I wish that it rained candy, and that the candy falls softly enough that no people or animals are injured by the candy rain.

Granted, but the only candies that come from the rain are those disgusting sugarfree gummy bears.

 

I wish that I was extremely hard to kill, regarded physical pain with mild apathy, and could heal from almost any wound (albeit with the healing rate of a normal human) without even a scar.

[Zath he/him]

1 hour ago, The Allomantic Metalhead said:

I wish that I was extremely hard to kill, regarded physical pain with mild apathy, and could heal from almost any wound (albeit with the healing rate of a normal human) without even a scar.

The Nightwatcher immediately stabs you through the gut with a sharp stick.  You stare at the length of wood protruding from your abdomen, then casually pull it out and toss it to the side.  

"Your boon is granted," the Nightwatcher says, and she's right.  You feel the pain of the injury, but it's distant and removed from your immediate consciousness.  Plus, you're still alive after being impaled by a stick.

Weeks later, the wound finally heals, leaving nothing but a small, round scar.  You go about your daily business, when suddenly some stranger walks up to you and stabs you with a sharp stick in the exact same spot.  You stare at the stranger in mild shock, and he apologizes profusely, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me!  Um... are you... okay?"  You nod and withdraw the stick, tossing it to the side.  You're overcome by a strange sense of deja vu.  That stick looks familiar...

Over the years, that same stick will be embedded in your flesh over and over again, in the same spot, through freak accidents and random assaults by strangers.  You can do nothing to prevent this, and your supernatural immunity to pain and injury really weirds people out.  You eventually find yourself shunned and alone, and you can't seem to get yourself to care -- the same apathy you have towards pain also applies to developing relationships with others.  You live in a shack in the wilderness for the rest of your days, chopping firewood and removing sharp sticks from your flesh.

 

Oof, that got kinda dark.   Sorry about that.

 

I wish for sunshine and puppies.

[Kidpen he/him]

Granted. These puppies are killed by Odium because he hates them.

I wish Odium loved puppies.

[Zath he/him]

1 hour ago, Kidpen said:

Granted. These puppies are killed by Odium because he hates them.

At least I still got sunshine!  (Also, RIP, little puppies...)

1 hour ago, Kidpen said:

I wish Odium loved puppies.

Granted.  Odium now LOVES puppies.  He destroys every living thing except for puppies.  He feeds the puppies with the remains of humanity.  Now with a taste for human flesh, the puppies world-hop across the Cosmere, feasting upon unsuspecting civilizations that are like, "Awww, puppies!  Hey wait, stop eating me - AAAAA!!!" and paving the way for Odium's conquest of everything.  Way to go, Kidpen.  You've doomed us all.

 

I wish for a nice croissant.

[Rebecca she/her]

Zath, you are amazing at this. Your little stories make me smile, every time.

Granted, you now have a nice croissant. It is huge and you live in it. So, I guess your bane is that you can’t eat it, or you’d be homeless.

I wish for a purple Jeep Chevy.

[Barbarian AL he/him]

43 minutes ago, Rebecca said:

Zath, you are amazing at this. Your little stories make me smile, every time.

Granted, you now have a nice croissant. It is huge and you live in it. So, I guess your bane is that you can’t eat it, or you’d be homeless.

I wish for a purple Jeep Chevy.

Granted! Your band new Jeep emits a carbon footprint so great you're now a moving, grooving hazard for the environment.

I wish for a bicycle that leaves stargazer lilies in its wake.

 

[Gray to he/him]

41 minutes ago, Barbarian AL said:

Granted! Your band new Jeep emits a carbon footprint so great you're now a moving, grooving hazard for the environment.

I wish for a bicycle that leaves stargazer lilies in its wake.

 

Yes but those lilies will never stop growing until they cover the entire earth and smother anyone and anything that gets in its way.

I wish for the ability to not procrastinate.

[AonEne he/him]

Granted. However, everyone within a five foot radius around you now procrastinates.

I wish I actually could hold that gathering.

[Zath he/him]

1 hour ago, AonEne said:

I wish I actually could hold that gathering.

"...What gathering?" the Nightwatcher asks.

"You know," AonEne replies, "the one where all the 17th Sharders get together and we have a blast geeking out about Brandon Sanderson's books?  That gathering."

"Ah.  Very well, foolish mortal, you shall have your gathering."

The way the Nightwatcher phrased that last bit sounds somewhat ominous to you, but you don't have time to do anything about it before a bright flash of light blinds you and you find yourself standing on a huge balcony (it looks like it's been Soulcast) with a bunch of other people.  You start talking and it is discovered that everybody there is a member of the 17th Shard! Introductions done, everyone starts discussing the latest Cosmere theory and poking fun at each other and all-in-all just having a grand old time.  Then the horizon darkens...

You dash to edge of the balcony and see immense, dark clouds approaching swiftly.  Flashes of lightning streak across the face of the oncoming storm.  Everyone rushes to the doors, but apparently some scum-sucking lowlife has Lashed them closed and no one can get through to safety.  Everyone watches helplessly as the highstorm closes in, the howling winds chilling your blood.  The storm grows closer and closer until it seems to swallow the world, and then-

There's a bright flash of light and you find yourself in the safety of your own home again.  You can hear the Nightwatcher's voice in your head:
"Pfffft, hahahahaha! Oh, you all should have seen your faces! Classic! Ahahaha... Oh, I am so hilarious! Hee hee hee..."

 

The Nightwatcher has a cruel sense of humor, sometimes.

I wish for some chouta.

 

Edited May 7, 2018 by Zath
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[AonEne he/him]

2 hours ago, Rebecca said:

Zath, you are amazing at this. Your little stories make me smile, every time.

I was not the one who said this, but I would still like to reiterate it.

Granted. However, it tastes awful.

I wish all the Shards liked puppies. Because puppies are great.

[Zath he/him]

2 hours ago, Rebecca said:

Zath, you are amazing at this. Your little stories make me smile, every time.

Aww, shucks.   Thanks, @Rebecca and @AonEne!

26 minutes ago, AonEne said:

I wish all the Shards liked puppies. Because puppies are great.

Granted.  All the Shards like puppies.  They like them so much that each of them actually gives their power to a puppy and retires (if Shards can retire...). 
Puppy-Ruin chews on ALL the furniture -- past, present, and future -- and all carpenters and upholsterers lose their jobs. 
Puppy-Preservation digs up all the bones everywhere and re-buries them in the great Beyond-backyard.  Cemeteries are no longer a thing. 
Puppy-Endowment licks everyone's face.  Dog slobber is the new cologne/perfume Cosmere-wide. (Vin is okay with this)
Puppy-Autonomy (or Puppies-Autonomy, perhaps) is always chasing stuff and running away to make their own way in the world.  They also encourage all other puppies to do the same.  It becomes harder than ever to keep dogs on their leashes.
Puppy-Odium goes around and... um... "marks his territory" on everyone's favorite sneakers.  Joggers and marathoners everywhere are very upset.
Puppy-Cultivation is constantly eating grass 'cause she loves plants so much.  No one has to mow their lawns again, ever.
Puppy-Honor is the best at "Sit. Stay... Good boy!"  It becomes easier than ever to train puppies, and dog shows become the next Super Bowls.

I wish to sound like Gandalf (the Ian McKellen version of Gandalf). All the time.

Edited May 7, 2018 by Zath

[Ishar]

Granted, but nobody can hear you.

 

I wish all the vessels were random wildlife.

[Apollyon he/him]

Granted, but the vessel of Ruin is a homicidal horse-sized hamster, which then murders you, your family, and all the other hamsters in the universe. 

I wish for a horse-sized hamster that allows me to ride it.

[Gray to he/him]

27 minutes ago, Apollyon said:

Granted, but the vessel of Ruin is a homicidal horse-sized hamster, which then murders you, your family, and all the other hamsters in the universe. 

I wish for a horse-sized hamster that allows me to ride it.

Granted, but you are constantly chased by a horde of hamster-sized horses.

I wish to always have clean clothes and never have to do laundry again.

[Ishar]

Granted, but everyone around you has smelly clothes.

 

I wish for a pet horse that is the size of a hamster.

[Apollyon he/him]

Granted, but the day you get him, you also accidentally step on them. The horse whinnies in pain and terror, looking up at you with innocent eyes that question why you, the loving owner would do such a thing. Why? You collapse in a puddle of tears, blood corrupting the pool of your sadness. Your horse is gone...

I wish for @Ishar‘s horse to come back... *sniffles*

[Ishar]

Granted. My horse comes back, but you never get to see it because it is mine.

 

I wish to meet the devil.

[Zath he/him]

12 minutes ago, Ishar said:

I wish to meet the devil.

The Nightwatcher leans in close.

"What makes you think you haven't already met her?" she asks in chilling voice.  She cackles as flames spring into existence around you, blocking any escape from the Nightwatcher.  She reaches behind her and pulls out...  A fiddle?

The Nightwatcher starts playing this song, and you are forced to listen.  The Devil Went Down to Georgia (The actual song starts at 0:30)

 

Ahem.  I wish for the best singing voice ever.  And that people can hear me when I sing.

[Ishar]

Granted, but you don't know any songs to sing.

 

I wish for a golden fiddle.

[Apollyon he/him]

Granted, but the devil will always beat you in a fiddling duel.

I wish I could dance with the skills of Napoleon Dynamite.

[Rebecca she/her]

Oh, my goodness I love The Devil Went Down To Georgia! All these references are making me so happy.

Granted, but you now have all memory of who Napoleon Dynamite is erased from your mind. Sorry.

I wish for a dang quesadilla!

Edited May 7, 2018 by Rebecca
Changed my wish. Also, this is my first time actually putting a reason for edit. So hi guys!

[Xtafa]

The nightsister leans in: "humans, always so flippant with their wording... your boon be granted child" 

Vines spurn out of the ground, forming a husk, with a burst of deep violet light it cracks, a voidspren bonded Quesadilla drags itself out with little tortilla legs, as if ripping itself out of damnation itself. 

It launches at your face with a sickening hiss of cheese. 

 

I wish that my bank account wasn't empty. 

 

Edited May 7, 2018 by Xtafa
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[VeilSpren]

Granted your bank account is now full of pennies

I wish for summer to come faster