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

leave that goat-faced berk alone." He looked over the fresh tattoos on our
arms. "I've never been happier over the fact that I don't have skin."
Dak'kon shook his head as we walked, "This Fell knows you in ways you do
not. He would be a most useful ally. His knowing will complete yours."
I looked back over my shoulder. "I have to agree with Dak'kon on this one,
Morte. Fell knows something about my past... it's something I need. Maybe
if I talk to him I might remember something."
Morte shook his head, muttering. There was almost no humor in his voice.
"There's a reason the guy has to open up shop in this dingy corner of the
Hive, chief. There's a reason he doesn't float like those other piking
hornheads do."
Part of me was surprised we hadn't been accosted by thugs yet again by the
time we made it to the arch that Norochj had told us about. I took a deep
breath, drew a circle around my heart as he instructed, and with a whoosh
of air the space in front of us warped, twisted on itself in a spiral of blue
with motes of silver dust. A cold breeze blew from the portal. The other side
was dim as a tomb.
I stepped through cautiously even as Morte and Dak'kon comfortably went
in. After hearing Ingress' story, I was wary of such doors in space, where
shades and fire, frost and teeth could meet me on the other side. The portal
snapped shut behind me.
The air inside was stale, the dusty scent of age ripe in the air. Where there
should have been an eerie, uncomfortable silence, in the distance there was
a rhythmic yet irregular creaking, as if creatures were wandering through
this mausoleum with mindless purpose. Ignoring my own heavy breaths and
the heavy beating of my heart in my ears, in the darkness I could hear the
rattle of bones and the shuffles and scrapes of things dragging against
metal.
The dead were walking.
Before we could take another step, a spectral figure materialized from the
gloom of the passageway ahead and quickly moved to block our path. It
floated before us, its once human features twisted in a mask of rage.
"Defilers! Leave this place at once!"
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