The curse itself has a vague history. Some believe it to be named after a strange man of strange garment who had such luck with the opposite sex, there was scarcely a woman who could resist his charms. Like any man, he relished in this ability. Any woman, any wench, even the most chaste of Clergy would end up finding themselves entangled with the man in their chambers.
The curse warps the presence of its victim to attract the opposite sex. It does so to such a degree as to purposefully inconvenience the victim's daily life. Due to the lewd nature of the magic, the area of study is frowned upon by Arcane organizations that hold themselves to any standard; as such it is rarely encountered. Rarely does an adventurer have the misfortune of being inflicted with the curse.
Nori was one such adventurer. He spread his seed into one plot too many, crossing the mother of a fair maiden who cast the curse upon him and disposed of him, leaving him to wander the mountains known to house a Harpy Tribe. Known for brutally murdering their mates, it was a fate no man deserved.
Today we see Nori alive and well, but his days of treasure-hunting with a dame in every port have quickly been replaced by much less treasure hunting, and many, many more dames in many, many more places than simply a port. As inconvenient as the curse may be, Nori is loathe to dismiss it as a bad thing - in fact, he has learned to enjoy a life of such debauchery that he often got out of fines of public indecency if the town watch had even one female member.
Still, the life of excitement lead by a man who plundered crypts and battled with demons whenever he wasn't bedding a woman called to him. He tried to return to it, trying to hire himself out to adventuring expeditions as to reignite the thrill of exploration and tomb-defiling he had grown to love. Unfortunately, it's a difficult struggle. Parties were often torn apart when sleeping with the greedy Raccoon became an issue. Be it a wandering hand just before the beginning of a battle, or sneaking off from the pews to desecrate a Cathedral, Nori's curse brought trouble wherever he went.
None ever would believe him when he blamed a curse. Who could blame them? It's not like he ever made any hint of an effort to dissuade his charmed beauties.
The curse is just too strong! It's not his fault!
Surely when Milkette can finally free herself from the clutches of Nori's bewitchment, she would understand just why she felt compelled to fall to her knees and pleasure his throbbing rod with her lips right in the middle of the Mage's Library.
... Then again, with how she dressed? She was practically asking for it.
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