Hi folks! Let me introduce you to Thurgen ... well, just Thurgen now. He didn't want to be a mage. He was supposed to have been a Paladin of the Ishvalian Order. He trained body and soul alike for years, preparing to face the trials to be appointed a Paladin. The night before he was to set out for his pilgrimage, his downstairs neighbor, an alchemist, had a laboratory accident. The resulting explosion of magical energy could have corrupted half the village. Instead, Thurgen jumped down through the hole in his floor and threw himself onto the rumbling crystal mote. It dumped all its fell energy into him. It corrupted his body and soul alike. When he awoke, he coughed, and a maelstrom of wind manifested about him. Worse still, the shard of crystal had sunk into his sternum, fusing with the bone. He leaned on it slightly, and screamed in agony. He was not fit to be a Paladin, not in this state. So, he set off, seeking a way to rid himself of this curse, empowered by the very magic he hates.

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The curse adds 1 to the crit range of any attack made against him while armored, 5 while unarmored. The crystal shard makes a tempting target, and glows enough to be visible through clothing.