She was so innocent, so sweet. How could this happen to her? She was so confident about being able to contain the magics of the unearthed talisman, knew it wouldn’t corrupt her. Was eager for the boost to her skills it was promising. She said she could hear it’s whispers as she held it, that should have been enough of a hint to throw it to the ground and destroy it! Any cleric should have had the sense to discard such vile filth. Perhaps that’s just my paladin training.
As soon as she placed the cursed object over her head, allowing the amulet to sit atop her bosom, her robes began to burn. She shrieked, reaching her hands up to her head as light emitted from what little skin was exposed from her modest garb. More and more light blinded our group as her clothing burned, and our group was knocked to the floor by a sudden concussive blast. I had to shield my eyes from the bright light coming from where our cleric stood, still screaming as the relic consumed her.