You are losing your humanity. For the rest of this session and the next one, you cannot use any tools or say sentences longer than 1 word.

You have become a mutant. Roll on the mutation table. You cannot rest in a town without attracting the attention of vivimancers intent on collecting your organs.

Every time you cast a spell, 1D6 screaming bats fly out of your mouth. You are stunned for as many turns as you belch them out.

You grow an extra random animal head. It reacts to things as the wild animal would, with fear, hunger or curiosity, independently of you. You have to eat one extra ration per day.

You permanently transform into a random animal. You can still cast spells. If you were already transformed into an animal, this becomes permanent.

You are now uncomfortable around humans. You must save vs fear when you encounter one you do not know.

Every animal could be an animorph in disguise! You cannot cast spells in the presence of an animal. You must save vs fear when you witness a creature shapeshifting.

The next time the sun sets, you will transform into a random animal and try to bite as many people as possible before sunrise. Each bitten person will be affected by the same curse and transform into the same animal the next sunset. This has a 1/6 chance to happen every subsequent sunset. When you spend a night like this, you become fatigued and do not recuperate your spell dice. Hunters are on their way to kill you.

Your nostrils are replaced by gills. You can breathe underwater but not outside of it.

How is a body made again? Roll a D6: 1, left leg; 2, right leg; 3, left arm; 4, right arm; 5, chest; 6, head. Then roll again. The first limb is replaced by a new second limb. Reroll if they are the same.

You simply do not hold shape anymore. You have become an ooze. You have 3 inventory slots and can’t talk.

The next time you go outside, a sickly light will pierce the sky and shine on you. You, and only you, will see the silhouettes of strange humanoids reaching out for you. The rest of the world will see you disappear. You will be found naked in a completely different location 1D4 years later with no memories.

The next time you and your allies sleep in town, you are summoned by the Church for an endless inquiry on your careless use of magic.

All exits of the room you are in are sealed shut and locked. If you are not in a building, a single cell prison is build around you.

You’ve warded yourself from magic. Your Spell Dice are always expended when you use them.

For each spell in your Psyche, you must use another Psyche slot for the spell’s “proper instructions”. You cannot cast spells without them.

Each movement in your vicinity, including yours, is signaled by an annoying alarm.

You’ve destroyed the restraints dampening your magic. Blue flames constantly spew out of your hands.

Your hands are stuck together.

The area around you is completely sealed from magic. No spells can affect you and you can’t cast spells. Feys avoid you, divine agents hate you.

Choose an item in your inventory. You are trapped in it like a genie in a bottle. You can hear a bit, although all sounds are muffled, and, if you scream, people outside can hear you, but not much louder than a whisper. You do not need to eat while trapped this way.

You are barely perceptible: nobody cares to interact with you, and you cannot interact with anything of significance. You can speak, but it will not be remembered.

Every player in your group must flip a coin. If it’s head, their character is soultrapped (see number 9). The same happens with all npcs and monsters in the area.

You break the wards protecting the integrity of the world. An eldritch god starts phasing in!

Your forehead is branded with heretical writing, recognizable by the learned as an invocation to be judged. Any agent of the Church or the Law will be compelled to prosecute you if they see it. Additionaly, if this writing is intoned by any spellcaster or cleric, a greater divine agent will be summoned.

You and all allies nearby grow long, curving, goatlike horns. These are permanent, and mark those so affected as traffickers in diabolic magic. You cannot find respectable housing in towns. A mob will form if you are seen more than a day in the same settled location.

You have been marked as a disturber of souls. Every time an intelligent life dies because of you, 1D4 of the dretch demons tracking you are summoned to feast on it. This does not please the Authority.

Anyone that makes a deal with you is unknowingly also making a deal with the devil who inherited you soul. If they do not discharge the debt, their souls are also inherited by it. Because of that, the devil will do everything short of direct intervention to prevent them from fulfilling their debt to you.

The attention of a demon is attracted. It can now see whatever you see, and speak using your mouth, though the voice becomes different and ominous. Your eyes now glow a faint orange in darkness. It will try to cause the most violent chaos.

One randomly determined person near the casting of the spell in your group is permanently marked with a demonic sigil. This sigil conjures a lesser horror each time the afflicted person sleeps. Determine its reaction as normal.

You are permanently imbued with the nature of demons, and becomes subject to many demonic weaknesses. For example, holy water becomes damaging, circles of protection keep you out, and so forth. Furthermore, you lose the ability to cross running water without collapsing into unconsciousness. Crossing a line of salt, such as used with some magic circles, causes you 1D6 damage.

An imp familiar is summoned. This familiar has your eyes, which cease to reside in your head. You continue to be able to see from the eyes, though do not control the imp directly. The imp may not travel more than 100 feet away from you. If it is slain, the eyes are banished to another place where swirling colors and running, pulsing veins are all that is visible.

The skies of far off places open above you. The vista seen contains geometries beyond the abilities of mortals to understand. All NPCs in the hex permanently become corrupted, most to the point of becoming murderers. You gain a new Dabolist spell and are now cosmically know as the antigod.

You are bound to a demon of gluttony. In the future, prior to casting any spell, you must consume two full days of rations. You will never again feel satiated.

Every time you cast a spell in the future, there is a 1 in 6 chance of accidentally also summoning a greater horror, reaction determined as normal

The next time you reach 0 HP, you are immediately dragged to hell to be judged.