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

Deep scarlet light seeped and rippled from the sky as if I were looking up
from the bottom of an ocean of blood, watching the distant light ripple
through ribbons of blackness. Now and again jagged flecks of lighting tore
between the clouds like white-hot wounds. There was carnage. Everywhere,
carnage... the few guardsmen of Curst fended off the hordes of the crimson
night. The wounded crawled down streets flecked with acid, writhing as
their flesh sizzled and smoldered. Scaled beasts galloped through the
streets, devouring the dead and wounded with equal measure. The
condemned citizens wailed in terror and despair, screaming against the
madness that ate inwards from the edges of the city.
Some profited from the chaos. Thieves emptied houses with impunity,
tossing the civilians into the streets and leaving them to the beasts' fangs.
Thugs dragged screaming noblewomen into the alleys, their gowns torn and
tears black with melted eyeliner. Wizards stood on rooftops, many leveling
their magic not against the demonic hordes, but the citizens below. Flashes
of cast spells lit up faces demented with glee... old grudges would be met
today.
On a high balcony, floating above the stench of chaos and murder and
death, was Trias, his skeletal wings unfurled and gaze hard with cold
satisfaction.
And the burning question was this: where in all the hells do I start?
A familiar figure peeked around the corner, and recognizing me he loped
forward. I backed away, but squinting a little I saw that I knew him too. It
was that smelly old man, Kyse the Caretaker.
"You have returned to a town of calamity, traveler. The deva rises
triumphant above the wreckage, having dragged us here to our dooms.
There is only one way to return - and that is to strike the deva down, to
cause the town to recant its treachery and deceit. The stronger the belief of
the town in forgiveness, the weaker the deva."
"Trias did all this?"
"The deva rose from the ground and condemned the town's iniquities. A
great confusion arose as the buildings tumbled around us - and then we
arrived. There is only one way to combat Trias - and that is to weaken him
by good deeds and turning the townsfolks' minds away from chaos and evil
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