The Worst Arcane Mark
The dust and smoke cleared to show nothing but a pile of ash. The experiment had been completely vaporized.
"Egrimm, are you ok?" you ask.
"Perfectly fine. And yourself?"
"No worse for wear. I can't say the same about the experiment."
"I'm thankful. It could've been much worse, Lady Grey."
You frowned.
"Egrimm, what did you just say?"
"It could've been much worse, Lady Grey?"
"Egrimm. What is my name?" you slowly ask, trying to supress a shiver of fear.
"You are- your name is- I'm sorry. I can't seem to remember." he replied, brows furrowed.
"My name is Mathilde Weber. Can you repeat that, please?"
"Yes, of course. Mathilde Weber. I don't know what passed over me."
Now that you'd reminded him, Egrimm was able to remember your name, as long as he wasn't distracted. But it wasn't until you checked your notes that you discovered the true consequences. Where you'd before signed 'Mathilde Weber', instead it now read 'Magister Grey'.
You raced back to your private library, desperate to see how far the effects went.
The Mystical Matrix.
Aethyric Projection.
No.
Countering Waaagh. Efficient Solutions to Greenskin Magic, by M. Magister Grey.
No!
Fog Path.
Knight Summon.
No! No! No!
Towers of Calamity. (Ulgu, Chamon, Shyish, Azyr, Aqshy, Hysh, Ghyran, Ghur.)
All of your work, destroyed forever. No one would ever remember the name 'Mathilde Weber.'