Whatever Jalna drank its effects came in fast.  She soon felt hot and started to perspire, tugging at her brassiere to relieve the feeling of heated confinement of her swelling breasts.   The fiery drink in her bowels seemed to want her to pee but it didn’t get her there, but she did feel all puffy between her legs nonetheless. Her throat was parched and she was forced to pant due to the growing heat inside her.  The shaman’s instruction to take a deep breath seem to alleviate her discomfort...Then it happened!  Jalna’s perception of the world inside the tent began to swirl, her head feeling all woozy especially with weird chanting coming for the lips of the  masked shaman whose image has become grotesquely twisted, looking like the goblin she envisioned of him.  The dizziness she felt made her lost track of time while the constant droning sound, drumming within her head, threatened her to lose consciousness, which she would welcome rather than this swirling madness!<br/><br/>When she came to from her heady hell, she still felt hot, her swaying body now covered in a gleam of sweat.  She wasn’t even aware she was now seated on the shaman’s bed, her attention focused on the said little creep before her, who gave her that drugged drink, and is now presenting something new to the silver-haired girl.  Two leafed up herbs, one on each of his hands.  One supposedly to be the cure to her condition, while the other would make things worse and kill her!  What a predicament she in on the eve of her taking the mantle of the Lightbearer.  Which, if she is not careful, would lead to a premature end to her destined call.<br/><br/>She dazedly looked at each rolled up leaf, hoping to discern for any clues in helping her determine which is the cure.  Concentration was hard and painful to her head, and to the casual observer like herself, who has no skill or knowledge in such matters, the both of them looked the same.  Ultimately it comes down being a fifty-fifty kind of thing, all she can do is choose.  She picks up the one on his left palm, sniffs at it, like it really mattered,  and placed into her mouth and ingested her choice.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Made the liberty of making a Wis check, which influences my post.  Rolls 6,17</div></div>