A sluggish haze seeps into your limbs as the spell's tendrils coil like cold, viscous oil around muscle and bone. Your eyelids droop heavy with unseen weights, fingers numb and unresponsive against the chill that numbs every twitch. The world blurs into a dim, lethargic fog, your breaths shallow and labored, as vital fire gutters low in your chest.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Poison | Torpor |
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).