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A chill of fear surges through you, carrying with it the cold, dripping, venom of a serpent that just bit you. This wound will grow worse for some time before it wanes. +
Anthing, deceit in heart,<br>mixed, by pale moonlight,<br>powder, blood, and secret herbs,<br>to right a wrong perceived. +
Some combination of various natural toxins has triggered an allergic reaction in you. Red blisters have flared up over a significant part of your upper body. Ouch. +
In Black smoke, from wet logs,<br>The hour was late,<br>When Thangest old,<br>of memory late, spoke. +
Harnessed by the Old Gods,<br>The Urox plowed across the skies,<br>The furrow of time. +
You've been spat upon by ants, and there's a slight sting in your skin still. Nothing to worry about! +
You've held your head under the waterline for far longer than was good for you, and paid the price. You feel a little stupid still. +
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A dream of soot,<br>And cogs in rhythmic motion,<br>And sprawling, clockwork cities. +
Golden Honey flowing,<br>From flowerbeds and trees,<br>The sweetest things of nature,<br>Are brought to us by bees. +
You have been stung by a black-and-yellow-banded little bandit, and it hurts to the high hearths. Further Beestings will hurt more while you have this wound. +
The vengeful spirit of a dove has wrapped itself around your lungs, making it painfully difficult to breathe. You suspect that it will improve over time. +
A little too much punishment to the face, and to some sore spots you already had at that, has given you quite the steady looking black-eye. +
You have been lovingly touched by a sharp blade, leaving a cruel, red mark where it kissed you. +
A brass orchestra of hobgoblins are stomping up a wicked tune somewhere deep down in the farthest reaches of your head, and the throbbing pain is nigh unbearable. You suspect some manner of poisoning. +
Whether from a club, a falling boulder, or from being mauled by an animal, you have taken some serious, blunt, punishment here. +
Glimma, mighty ship,<br>Built from boards of Cherry,<br>To sail into the Sun. +