fey curse table

you can only speak in questions.

You lose the ability to read.

Your hair constantly acts as though being blown by a dramatic wind, regardless if conditions or location. If you have no hair, a very beautiful wig in a color of your choosing, appears upon your head attached so well, it looks as though it has always been there.

you no longer understand directional language.

Whenever you need to make a decision a tiny fiend and tiny celestial appear to hassle you about your choices. Only you can see them. Kronk style.

You look like you did as a toddler but you retain your normal stats.

you believe you have become a vampire/werewolf. You haven't.

When you focus on someone, you can hear their "heartsong" basically, you hear a song describing their current mood.

The voice of the last person you killed tells you things about their life that no one wants to know.

You believe you are a noir detective.

You die, and are instantly reincarnated, roll on the reincarnation table. https://preview.redd.it/o5f2vcaapg0z.jpg?auto=webp&s=1b33848a827ea4df682e1037d8e7a21205bd6f32

You cannot become intoxicated no matter what.

Your knees become fused and you lose the ability to run.

You now narrate your actions aloud in character.

You can no longer control the volume at which you speak, you are either too quiet or too loud.

You believe you are a spy leading a group of rookies, and are devoted to never sharing what your mission actually is.

You believe that every fruit juice doesn't come from the fruit in its name (i.e. Orange juice doesn't come from oranges) and no amount of arguing can change that.

You are now a crazy conspiracy theorist and believe that magic isn't real, it's actually just FeyGI(CGI)

When speaking as your character, you must refer to yourself in the third person.

Your shoes make a squick-squick-squick sound whever you walk, a la Spongebob.

You believe that you are actually the first person you see after receiving this curse, you believe that that person is actually a doppleganger.

You believe that the first person you see is actually dead and the person who is there is your least favorite person disguised.

You can no longer remember anyone's name, not even your own.

Remove 1d4 letters of your name, whatever is left is your new name.

You treat height like age, condescending to anyone shorter than you and becoming submissive to anyone taller for no other reason.

Flip a coin, if it lands on heads, you gain 1d8 inches of height, if it lands on tails, you lose 1d8 inches of height.

You suddenly speak like a pirate for no apparent reason and wish you had a parrot, either for a pet or a familiar.

All water tastes oily and nothing can change that.

All food tastes like chicken and nothing can change that.

You begin to hear the whisperings of an Eldritch horror in your right ear. You dont understand it, no matter what language you know, and anytime you say something about it to anyone, the voice stops but then starts talking again, five minutes later.

You believe you have been the ruler of an ailing kingdom for ten years.

You only find trolls attractive and desparately seek out a long term relationship with one.

Food and drink lose their taste.

You are now hyper-senitive to taste, you can taste every molecule of flavor that hits your tongue.

Your face becomes perfectly symmetrical

Your face is now entirely asymmetrical.

You must rhyme everything you say, either by rhyming with what you say or rhyming with something someone else says.

You see your childhood imaginary friend, and all the horrors that brings. Only you can see or hear it.

You must sing everything you say.

You make dad jokes at the worst possible moments.

Your character gains the ability to actually break the fourth wall.

Everything you say comes out sarcastic.

You pronounce the silent letters in words, you do not think this is weird as it sounds normal to you.

You can hear into the veil, meaning you can hear dead people.

The thought of death deeply saddens you, any mentions of it makes you extremely depressed.

You lose your name, instead, you only respond to the first name or nickname that someone calls you, besides your real name.

Your tongue becomes like a serpent's and you gain a lisp which makes you draw out any 's' soundsssss you make at the endsssss of wordssss

Anything experienced by the cursed while alone is entirely fictional. The only real experiences they have are those shared by at least one other member of the party.

Instead of food, the cursed subsists off of making people cry. Can be either tears of joy or sadness.

You believe you are a prince that has become cursed to be a frog, you aren't.

Your voice becomes extremely annoying to everyone but yourself, to you, you sound amazing.

The voice of the last person you killed, tells you things about their life that no one wants to know.

Whatever age you are currently, doubles

The cursed exaggerates everything. They regularly make promises that they cannot live up to, and make wild claims about past accomplishments.

You become a stereotypical emo, and occasionally read out your "deep" poetry when presented the opportunity.

You gain a theme song, anytime you enter a room, or place that would be classified as indoors, or leave one, you feel compelled to sing your theme song aloud.

You cannot distinguish between genders and try to avoid pronouns.

Everyone new that you meet looks vaguely familar, you feel compelled to try and place where you have seen them before but never can.

you slip sylvan words into your speech, you do not notice and this cannot be brought to your attention.

whenever you see a matching set of items, you immediately try to juggle them, dc 15 acrobatics check to avoid droping and potentially breaking them.

You can no longer open doors or locks that require any sort of twist to open.

You can no longer fall asleep unless you have a friend nearby.

You assume a noble title (including a new name) of your choosing and demand that everyone you interact with call you by that name.

each time you take damage, 1d20 gold rings (worth 3 gp each) spill forth from your wound, so long as they are picked up then they can be kept.

You feel the urge to form a horde of something as though you are a dragon.

You are followed by phatom whispers and rustlings sounds, you can't hear these but everyone else can. You gain advantage on intimidation checks and disadvantage on persuasion checks.

whenever you physically harm someone, you feel that you must apologize or else guilt starts to build.

When a creature dies, the cursed must make a wis saving throw or be fored to use their reaction to do a funny little jig.

You can no longer keep track of or judge time accurately.

when the cursed touches an item they never have before, roll a d20, on a 1, it becomes a mimic, on a 20, it becomes solid gold.

the cursed becomes blind but gains the ability to sense where people are.

You believe you are a witch and can make wonderful potions (spoiler: not true)

You become a fey creature, you can all the benefits(able to do what folklore fey do) and disadvantages (allergic to cold iron, salt can trap you and make any magic you do can backfire, you have a weakness to running water so you cannot cross rivers, and a weakness to forget-me-nots which can make you ill. you also can't outright lie but you can lie if you try and include some truth, milk and cream also act like alcohol.)

Resilience. While drunk you are immune, or almost immune, to something. “Almost immune” means you have resistance (i.e. suffer half damage). Roll a d8: (1) immunity to charm and mind control, (2) resistance to iron, (3) resistance to fire or cold (50%), (4) immune to falling damage, (5) suffocation, (6) negative energy, (7) immune to poison and acid, (8) resistance to unarmed and natural attacks.

You can only enter someone’s house if invited. You also gain an intuitive sense of “domain” and always know when you’re facing the owner/ruler of a certain house (or castle, tavern, etc.). Dungeons and ruins are usually considered “abandoned” and you can get in just fine (usually).

You now speak sylvan instead of common.

You believe you have become a fey creature. You haven't.

You believe you have been deceived by the first person you see that you know (can include yourself if you look at your reflection), you, the player, can decide in what way your character has been deceived by that person.

Everything you see is a psychedelic hallucination, no one else can see it.

You are suddenly covered with a bright light that makes you close your eyes, when you open them, you see you have split into multiple of you, each one embodying a different personality trait you have.

Your face gets stuck in an unflattering position, maybe your parents weren't lying when they told you that

you feel as though you are about to sneeze, you're not.

Everyone above the age of 18 sounds like the adults in Charlie Brown.

Friction no longer applies to you, have fun slipping.

One of your senses becomes hightened, another becomes diluted.

Doors refues to open unless you say pleas ena dwill loudly slam behind you if you don't say thank you.

the next goblin that sees you becomes convinced you are his missing wife, regardless of your gender.

anytime you try to sit on any object, it moves just far enough to make you fall flat on your bum.

the next creature that meets your eyes believes you are it's estranged mother.

A smell that you can't quite put your finger on becomes frustratingly present.

Birds start watching you and following you, everytime you try and point it out, as soon as the person looks, the birds are gone and come back right after they look away.

You feel a level of hunger that you've never known before but no matter how much you eat, you are still hungry.

You feel a level of thrist that you've never known before but no matter how much you drink, you are still thirsty.

The DM must roll a d6. The targets age is reduced by that amount of years. They can become no younger than ten from this effect. Drinking milk increases the curses individuals age by one month per glass up to the age they started as.

The target gains cat, rabbit, or pig ears on top of its head (DMs choice), because why not?

The affected individual shrinks, becoming one size (4 feet) smaller but maintaining its proportions, minimum half a foot of height. Its speed is reduced by 10 feet, and its voice is a higher pitch. Clothes do change to accommodate the new form.

You can only speak in riddles, you can look up riddles.

You believe you have been sent from the future in order to stop the destruction of the world, you haven't.

An interpretor pixie takes residence on top of your head and translates everything you say into other languages, problem is, she's not very good at interpreting.

You gain a terrible haircut, and nothing you do makes it look better.

Your skin now glows an obnoxious pink.