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

those words from his mouth, "And now I am cursed to do good deeds, to aid
those in need of aid. Feh! An eternity of curses on Trias! A pox on his blessed
aid! May all the dung heaps of Maladomini rain down upon his head!"
He ranted for a few more moments longer. "That skulking pseudo-child of
light! That contemptible... aggh... I mean no harm to him and his
treacherous, lying, no-respect-for-the-law ways! Feh! He is a deceiver,
mortal, and you should trust him in nothing. I mean this, of course, with all
due charity and..." Forked-Tongue spat on the ground, "... kindness. His
deception has cost me an eternity... unless he should die."
His toothy grin was surprisingly hopeful.
"As much as I like what I've seen of his work," I said, and Fhjull grunted
sourly in response, "I have to agree. Something is... off-balance."
"So perhaps... you would have to kill him. For the greater good, of course."
"We'll have to see. But don't think you can go back to ravaging the planes,
Fhjull. I know where you live. And I have all your weapons, your spells."
"We'll see..." he hissed, as if pondering my demise.
"Now I'll need a way out of this Powers-forsaken place."
"Feh... does this mean that you shall leave me to my solitude once again?
Then I proclaim, with as much delight as possible, that the portal lies under
the arse end of this creature's bones. It will return you to that groveling
hovel town of Curst, from whence you came, and I can think of few more
befitting ways for you to travel."
No time to lose, I figured. We stepped through the portal…
~~~~~
What fresh hell was this…
A cold desert wind blew through the ruins that once held Curst. Fractured
foundations and pillars sprouted like jagged teeth. Splintered posts curled
up from the ground like the remaining fibers of an uprooted tree, still
bleeding with sap. There was a freshness to the damage. It was clean and
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