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

"Wh-"
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In a waking meditation, Fall-From-Grace extended her awareness outwards
searching for her friends. Now and then a flicker of life seemed to pass
through her range of sensation, but just as quickly it was gone again like a
fleeting shadow. She didn't know yet what she would do once she did locate
them. The wards she erected would only protect her within their bounds,
and the pressure of the darkness was forcing those barriers in. Once the
sanctified circle was twenty paces across. Soon, it would be fifteen.
She wandered the fringe of that ward carefully, trying to capture the scent
of her companions. Once she healed a person, an affinity lingered for a
while... it was this that she hoped would guide her to her student: so young
in spirit, and yet so ancient. It had been the thrill of novelty that led her to
accept the offer to travel, and more that led her to stay even after the
novelty wore off.
Outside the darkness echoed against the barrier: the rattle of Baatezu chains
and the coarse laughter of the cornugon masters. She could almost hear the
screams again, of pain and violation...
No... Grace told herself. That was not something she would experience
again.
"It is difficult to separate shadow from the darkness here," she murmured to
herself, "This is not a place meant for the living."
Something was approaching from behind her, and Fall-From-Grace's eyes
snapped open. There was no life that she could feel... it was an antithesis,
dead beyond death, yet just as eternal.
A cold chill passed through the priestess. Whatever the thing was it warped
existence as it moved, and the echoes of reality twisting around it seemed
to linger like shrieks of agony.
it boomed.
She turned calmly to face the creature, a thing of knotted and knobby
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