Monday Morning Madness

The party spends send the night uneventfully at the Drunken Morkoth Inn. In the morning each person gets up in turn for breakfast down in the parlor room. Lionello seems to take a bit longer than usual.

DM: Lionello make a fortitude roll.

Lionello: Fort. save [1d20+2 = 13]

A sudden chill spreads through Lionello's veins, and his skin turns momentarily translucent, showing bones and arteries underneath. A moment later, skin color returns to normal, however patches of fading opacity appears on his hands, neck, and ankles. Rings worn on fingers strangely appear as though they are floating in thin air where a part of the finger should be visible, and his body appears as though it as floating in thin air above a pair of unattended shoes. His face takes on a ghostly visage.

DM: Lionello, you've contracted The Vanishing.

Cinnily blinks. "HE IS STRIPPING!!!!!!!!!!! NAKED MAN! AHHHH!!"

After being examined by priestess Jenya Urikas at the local cathedral, it is determined that this is no ordinary malady. This is an ancient curse, and not curable by ordinary divine spells.

Cinnily pokes Lionello curiosly.

Lionello, "Hey! Hands to yourself, elf!"