home is where the ooze is

Álarr listened intently as his brother described his symptoms. They were concerning to say the least. He frowned. "I was afraid of that. In all honesty I feel the same with these mushrooms. It's like they are growing right out of my skull." At least the mushrooms were organic. How did he fight a mineral? How was it even possible? He wondered if it was caused by some other kind of fungi or creature that encased itself in crystal.

Álarr turned and dug around in his bag before pulling out a tin of salve. "This might help but I'm just not for sure. If the crystals are growing all the way down we need to treat them internally but I haven't the faintest idea with what… Tyrian, do you believe in magic?"