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

Fell nodded, symbols appearing around him like fireflies.
I fought the tremble that wanted to shudder through me as I looked down at
my arm. The word was like a set of iron claws scraping against polished
shale. That wound deep in me throbbed with the word. "Torment?"
The symbol sharpened, gaining edges that were almost painful to my eyes.
Fell
nodded at my left arm, at my shoulder.
I scratched my shoulder idly. It had suddenly felt very itchy, the mark
unwelcome. "You say you've met me before, Fell... do you know how I
died?"
For a moment Fell did not respond... then slowly, menacingly, three symbols
materialized above his head, each of them casting a long shadow.
"Shadows?"
The three symbols swirled about each other, each leaving a faint black misty
trail about them. They took on a ragged edge, like teeth and talons and
multiplied... where there were three, there became nine, nine became
twenty-seven, until the room was a swarm of shadows.
Dak'kon touched the hilt of his blade while Morte's teeth chittered.
"Uh- ch-chief? Maybe we should leave..."
I faced Fell. "Why? Why did they kill me?"
The shadowed symbols swirled into one, then dissolved to be replaced with
a simple symbol.
After regained our nerves we browsed the store, eyeing scraps of flesh
carefully etched with black patterns and symbols. Looking at them with the
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