✨TIER 3 SPELLS✨

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Flesh Remembers What the Mind Denies (Transformation, Irreversibility, Seductive Decay)

"I no longer recognize myself in the mirror. Oh, I still look like me... at a glance, anyway. But when I move, when I breathe, when I call upon my magic… something beneath my skin shifts."

"It started small. A flicker in my reflection that didn’t match my movement. A warmth in my veins when I spoke certain words. Then came the first true change."

"I remember how it felt, the tendrils, the way they unfurled from my back like they had always belonged there... My body welcomed them, even as my mind screamed that it wasn’t right. And yet…"

"I did not stop."

"Now, when I dismiss them, they don’t truly vanish. I feel them coiled beneath my skin, lurking, waiting. My magic doesn’t just pass through me anymore... it stains me."

"And I can’t bring myself to wash it away..."

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✨ Veilpiercer Limbs

🔮 Essence Cost: 20

📜 Incantation: "Tear the seams, let shadows rise, Flesh and void, now entwined in guise."

🌀 Effect: Four shadowy, writhing tendrils sprout from Tilly’s back, acting as extensions of her will. Using them makes Tilly a formidable force, but it also makes her more corrupt.

🎲 Roll Results:
⚀: The tendrils disobey, teasing, restraining, and tormenting her instead. (+2🖤)
⚁⚂⚃⚄: The tendrils manifest as intended, responding to her will but lingering longer each time. (+1💔)
⚅: The tendrils become permanent, always present, coiled beneath her skin. (+1🖤)

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✨ Pact of the Wanting Flesh

🔮 Essence Cost: 25

📜 Incantation: "No more doubt, no more fight, take my body, grant me might."

🌀 Effect: The pact takes hold, ensuring Tilly’s magic never fails, her spells weave into reality with unwavering precision. Yet, in exchange, her body is claimed by the very force she called upon. After casting, a single, irrevocable shift takes root within her flesh, twisting her form in sinful, unnatural ways. The depth of her transformation depends on fate.

🎲 Roll Results:
⚀: Flesh Touched by Sin – Every inch of her is hypersensitive, her body aching for attention. (+2🖤)
⚁: Silken Tongue - Her tongue lengthens, becomes dexterous, coiling unnaturally when teasing. (+1🖤)
⚂: Corrupt Nectar - Her fluids take on aphrodisiac properties, making even a taste dangerously addicting. (+1💔)
⚃: Boundless Lust - She loses control easily, her body betraying her wants even when she resists. (+1💔)
⚄: Lips of Sin - Her mouth tingles with unnatural sensitivity, making every kiss a hypnotic, intoxicating experience. (+1🖤)
⚅: Abyssal Womb - A lingering fullness deep within her, pulsing, craving to be filled. (+2🖤)

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✨ Covenant of the Wanting Maw

🔮 Essence Cost: 25

📜 Incantation: "Part my flesh, twist and spread, Make me yours, keep me fed."

🌀 Effect: The spell floods Tilly’s body with raw, overwhelming power, her movements become faster, her muscles harden with inhuman resilience, and her body pulses with barely contained energy. But the price is steep. The tendrils do not simply aid her; they bury themselves deeper, latching onto her core, coiling through her flesh like living roots. She feels them inside her, shifting, pulsing, never truly leaving, an intimate presence that remains even when the magic fades.

🎲 Roll Results:
⚀: The tendrils refuse to retract, infecting her permanently with no strength, only their lingering, writhing presence. (+3🖤)
⚁⚂⚃⚄: The spell works, granting her monstrous strength, but the tendrils remain inside, squirming, shifting, feeding off her essence. (+1🖤)
⚅: The corruption fully bonds with her, making its presence permanent, but in return, she becomes something more. Stronger, faster, and bound to the void’s will. (+2🖤)

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✨ Threads of the Unbound

🔮 Essence Cost: 20

📜 Incantation: "Writhe and weep, silk turns to chain, The more you beg, the more I claim."

🌀 Effect: Dark, sinuous tendrils lash out from the shadows, snaring a target’s limbs, their texture somewhere between smoke and silk, binding yet alive. The more they struggle, the tighter the tendrils constrict, teasing, coiling, whispering forbidden promises in voices just at the edge of hearing. The longer the victim is held, the more their thoughts haze, their body betraying them, the spell leaving behind a faint, lingering touch even after the bonds fade.

🎲 Roll Results:
⚀: The tendrils lash back at Tilly instead, entangling and binding her in place, whispering to her just as they would a victim. (+3🖤)
⚁⚂⚃⚄: The spell works, ensnaring the target, the tendrils tightening, pulsing, corrupting as they weave around their limbs. (+1💔)
⚅: The tendril's effects linger even after the spell fades, leaving the target marked, sensitive, and craving their return. (+1💔)

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✨ Hollowing Exaltation

🔮 Essence Cost: None (Instead, magic feeds on her soul, adding corruption.)

📜 Incantation: "Break my limits, tear me wide, let me burn, let me writhe."

🌀 Effect: Tilly is unshackled from all magical restraint, her spells costing no Essence, but instead each spell carves deeper into her very being, adding 5% corruption. The raw energy is intoxicating, sending surges of untamed power through her, each spell cast making her crave the next. The further she falls, the harder it is to stop herself, the hunger for magic blurring the line between control and surrender.

🎲 Roll Results:
⚀: The spell does not fade. Tilly is trapped in this state, unable to stop casting until she reaches the next corruption tier.
⚁⚂⚃⚄: The spell works, but her descent into corruption rapidly accelerates.
⚅: The corruption deepens instantly, adding an extra 30% corruption as her body embraces the change. (+3🖤)

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