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

the other prisons. With the same prod and poke, another thought burst
free. It tore through the mental foam and pricked each sphere, and with
each thought released consciousness began to re-coalesce...
~~~~~
I gasped, breathing in deep as awareness of my surroundings was rebuilt. I
still had to focus a little for the stray bits of mind that lay scattered, but one
by one they clicked into place. I groaned, blinked in the dim lighting of the
chamber, shifting limbs that ached against the cold slab I'd been laid out on.
The air was stale and dead, and the taste of ash and futility filled my mouth.
For a long span of time as I lay recovering, the only sound in the chamber
was silence.
Footsteps began to approach from three different directions. I lifted my
head weakly, trying to focus.
"He has awakened," a familiar voice said, calm and relieved as an herbalist
next to a man in his sickbed.
"Finally," another voice hissed, "I thought I would die again waiting for him
to rise."
"Perhaps... perhaps you will STILL die. NEVER forget I WATCH you THIEVES,
you KILLERS - KILLERS ALL, all THREE of you..." yet another yowled.
"Have a care how you speak to me, you deranged wreck. He was fortunate
to reach here with all those traps you scattered throughout the Planes. I
swear, if I could have crossed the years to put you out of your misery, I w-"
"The two of you, be silent! Let us make sure he is all right and save the
arguments for later," the soft-voiced one said again. Why were these voices
so familiar? A hand tucked under my head, helping me sit up. I slid off the
slab, still groggy, but looking up I blinked.
"Wh... who are you all?" I groaned. Around me three men stood, each with
skin scarred and twisted as mine. They had the same hair knotted into
stringy braids, clicking with beads. They wore the same sash of bone, the
same rust-colored kilt, those same heavy boots.
"By the hells, he's lost his memories! Damnation! He's useless to us now!"
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