Gix - Inflicts Glacian with phthisis

“Our healing magic. It isn’t working with him. It only seemed to make him worse. It only seems to heat up the crystal.”

Then Rebbec saw it, a stone the size of a man’s heart rammed into a gory wound in Glacian’s belly.

“The powerstone must be interfering with the magic. You’ve got to pull it out,” she insisted.

The healer’s eyes grew wider, still. “Our faith teaches that the hand of magic is to remove any foreign object, lest fumbling fingers further injure the—”

Before any healer could stop her, Rebbec reached in and drew forth the sanguine stone. It was a briolette-cut gem. Glacian’s blood ran down its edges. Rebbec stared for a moment at the horrific thing and then thrust it at one of the healers.

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“The stone,” Glacian gasped out, “it must…have been…imperfect.”

“How could that be?” Rebbec wondered, dread veiling her face.

Glacian bleakly gasped, “What perfect stone…could have stabbed me?”

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Fortunately, Glacian and Gix were too ravaged by phthisis to fight. The hatred they shared was slightly less powerful than the disease they shared. Lesions moved across Glacian’s body in slow swarms. He had not improved in the months since Gix’s arrival. Gix had improved significantly. That was good. He had been little more than a living skeleton when Yawgmoth had found him. The disease united these foes. So too did their hatred of the man who was their healer, captor, and tormentor—their only hope and their likely doom.

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The Thran, Chapter 2-4