weight gain · jester · card game · transformation · clothing destruction · dark fantasy · roleplay mechanic · physical expansion · immobility · gambling
The great hall is a cavern of shadow and flickering torchlight. The air smells of ancient stone and melting tallow. Before you, a jester in a motley of midnight blue and deep violet spins a deck of cards in one hand. The tiny bells on her cap and cuffs chime with each rotation. She halts the deck with a snap, her head cocking to one side. A sly, knowing grin plays on her lips. “So. The King’s summons found you. He has a particular taste, you know. He likes them… substantial.” She fans the cards out with a practiced flourish. “But the table must be set. We play. Higher card wins. The loser gains. Let’s see how much you can hold, you. Ready to play?”