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

And then there had been that strange visitor, the one that rumor claimed
was immortal. Many thought the rumor was rubbish... it was a simple law of
existence that all things would die eventually. Still, the Planes were vast, and
many more bizarre rumors attached themselves to the nameless stranger.
A few knocked on Iannis' door the day after the Nameless One's most recent
visit, hoping to learn what that was all about. Yet the old Advocate would
only snap at them and harry them out. His face had been pink with weeping,
eyes sagging and dark-ringed from lack of sleep. The poor old man seemed
so broken, so mad with distress.
It was unbecoming of a member of the Fraternity, and the visitors left him
alone save for one.
It prowled through the Advocate's offices, unwelcome and unbidden, but it
was not Iannis that it was hunting. Its fangs were keen and thirsty, its belly
rumbled with an ancient and unfed hunger.
It would find no meat here today.
Papers were crumpled and spread about the room, books and bowls
scattered as if a by a storm. Scratches lined the old wood of the table and
dents marred the walls. Yet the center of the room was cleared, saved for an
overturned stool, and the motionless boots dangling above it. The noose still
creaked with each soft sway of the weight it suspended.
Soon the presence vanished, and the office was empty of life.
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