User:Zamara/Notes

You gesture at Xerasyth. As you cast the spell, you feel the link form briefly. Xerasyth looks at you and suddenly smiles. Within moments, you feel malevolent energy surge through the link, necromantic taint following it and setting your soul aflame. However, as the pain subsides, you cannot help but be certain that the energy surging from Xerasyth to you was empathic in nature.

A glistening gold glow enwreathes your body. The blessing fails to adhere, but you don't think anybody noticed.

The shariza symbol blackens where you touch it, soon crumbling away like a noxious, decaying husk. A soft murmur of conversing voices rasps at the edges of your senses.

A sense of levity mixed with remanent unease radiates through you as the necromantic corruption in your soul decays.

You feel an oozing taint coursing through your body. It's faint, but getting stronger.

The corruption doesn't seem like it's going away -- In fact, it's growing stronger and worse. Soon it spreads through your whole body, wracking pain taking you and making you swoon to your knees. You hear screaming, realizing all too quickly that it's your own.

Visions of rents in the cracks between reality begin forming. It feels as if all you know is slowly coming apart. You grip your head tightly, willing the onslaught to go away, and a tiny measure of your sanity returns.

You feel wretched all over, as if a thousand baths wouldn't get you clean. All you can do is shudder.

You feel filthy, wretched, like someone dumped a bucket of wriggling worms on you. Your whole body itches, and you spasm involuntarily. It's difficult to see, something blurring your vision.

The holy magic hurts as it touches you. It feels like a spark being put to a slick of black oil.

The holy magic burns, worse and worse... you don't know why it's so bad, but all you want is to get away.

The taint churns through you, threatening to spread through your empathy, and you recoil in horror.

You feel wretched, filthy, full of corruption. Water, you need water, badly.

You feel tired, corrupted, like the walking dead. All you want now is for it to end.

The necromantic corruption in your body decays, leaving you with the sense that you've broken a fever.

You feel very tired, and very cold.

Phantom pain ripples through you, though no physical wounds are upon you. This is... something deeper, something entirely different than shock.