Zeichentransfer

Your action to transfer your Mark of Wizardry to ??? fails. You hear a greater voice booming from the universe about you: 'You are a serious disppointment who are you to decide what may be done with our gifts?' At which point you fall on you knees and grasping at the ground ahead of you, you chant: 'OH, Great One I am not worthy.' With a disgusting sigh the world about you responds: 'As well we have discovered, and you are even less worthy now than before.' With that the moment is gone and you discover that your essence has been reduced by a loss of certain attributes: Strength reduced by 2 Dexterity reduced by 1 Constitution reduced by 1 Beauty reduced by 2 Personal Combat (PC) reduced by 2 Tactics reduced by 1 Influence reduced by 2 Base Prestige reduced by 2 Skill of Necromancer is reduced by 1 Skill of Rumormonger is reduced by 1 Insanity overides your being! Infected with pox/plague! The mark is lost and the gods bestow Cruelty in its place!