(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

The Pillar of Skulls sprouted from the center of a clearing, ringed on all sides
with craggy mountains whose peaks pierced the sky. The Pillar itself had the
bile coming up to my throat... this horrible, towering, pulsating thing.
Loathing churned my stomach, and a faint sense of familiarity prickled at the
edges of my consciousness. The innumerable rotting heads which made up
the vast pile constantly shifted and throbbed, alternately bickering,
weeping, conversing, shouting and whispering to one another. Heads
constantly bubbled to the surface of the stack from somewhere within its
foul core, while others sank back into the grisly pillar. They stacked towards
the sky: a string of stinking orbs that were less like bone and more a
collection of pus-filled boils, layered over one another into a disesed foam
that begged for a lancet to burst them.
It made me itch.
As I made to step closer to the Pillar, Morte hissed to me: "Pssst! Chief!
Chief... listen, I can't let that thing see me. You've got to get me out of
here... drop me off somewhere, pick me up later or something..."
"All right Morte, we'll see if you can hide in-"
All the chatter, laugher, and mad screams abruptly stopped. The dozens of
heads that lined the pillar's surface slowly turned to face me in unison. They
regarded me silently, their breath fetid and moist upon my face... until they
noticed Morte cowering behind my back.
"Oh, no..." Morte whimpered.
Every head on the pillar's surface spoke at once to make the thing's voice - a
terrible, burbling sound that bubbled forth while foul, stinging vapors and
putrid corruption streamed from their mouths. "YOU AGAIN... 'TIS BEEN A
LONG TIME, INDEED." Many of the heads began to gibber and drool,
chanting "...skull, skull, skull..." gleefully, licking their lips, their eyes fixated
upon Morte.
"I have come for answers," I said.
"SILENCE! WE SPEAK NOT TO YOU, BUT TO THE SKULL. WELCOME BACK,
LITTLE ONE. HAVE YOU AT LAST DECIDED TO RETURN TO THE FOLD, TO
ACCEPT YOUR FINAL FATE, TO TAKE UP ONCE MORE YOUR SACRED DUTY?"
Several heads burst forth from the Pillar's core, gnashing their broken teeth
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