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

Ocular view nodes damaged... vision impaired...
the creature boomed,
"You intend to harm him... Nordom will stop you..." the words were
determined, but also took into account the contingency of failure.
A boom sounded in the halls then. What followed was the echo of splintered
metal, and the sound of falling shards clattering against stone like rain.
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I heaved when my body reformed, doubling over with dry retches and gags.
I'd never felt so drained... couldn't believe I was so weak. So much of my
strength had been sapped from me, and each time I traveled by these
cannons it became worse. I stood, wavering, dagger in one hand and sparks
of force blooming from the other. I had little energy left to spare.
The crowd of shadows surrounded me as I stepped backward, trembling
with nausea. Were they sentient enough to realize how far I'd culled their
numbers? Were they afraid? Or-
My boot skidded on the ground, and something scraped beneath my heel. I
stopped, taking a moment to glance down at the blood that puddled
beneath me, the orange-laquered shards of splint mail armor.
"Know that when death comes for you, know that I shall meet its blade with
mine. Know that when all dies around you, know I shall live for your sake."
My mouth dried at the thought, and my eyes sought frantically among the
crowd... was Dak'kon among those shades? I almost stumbled as I stepped
away, blood chilling in my veins. So many shadows, so many that had died
for my sake, or died in my place.
And I had been murdering them twice.
One of the shades shot forward, and I tried to dodge as it swung. But my
flesh was not its quarry.
The strings of my belt pouch snapped as it tore free in the creature's claws.
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