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

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We went to our cell with an escort of skeletons and ghouls, Hargrimm's staff
clacking against the tiles as he walked. Soego had been resting on the bed
once again, and sat up in alarm upon seeing the grim cavalcade.
Hargrimm's voice was a cold, emotionless hiss when it spoke. "Soego, what
is this I hear of thee being in league with Many-As-One?"
The Dustman's eyes shrank back in shock, "What? That is a lie! Who would
dare level such a heinous accusation against me?!" He scanned the group,
and those red-rimmed eyes fell on me. He snarled, half growl, half chitter,
like that of a rodent, "You!"
A crack of that heavy staff snapped Soego's attention back to the tall
skeletal priest, "Darest thou lie to the high priest of the Silent King?"
"No! No, Hargrimm, I would never presume..."
"Where is thy journal? Let me see it. Prove thy innocence before the eyes of
the Silent King."
"I... I..." he gulped, crestfallen and meek, "I beg for your mercy, Hargrimm."
"The Dead Truce shall protect thee here, Soego, but thou shalt never leave
these catacombs. Thou shalt continue thy pursuit of thy precious "True
Death" here, alone... for the rest of thy days. Farewell," Hargrimm laid
Soego's sentence with grim satisfaction, with a nod stiff and sure as an
executioner's arm.
Soego sputtered, "But... you... can't... nnnnARAGH!"
Robes tearing and eyes bleeding fully into a bright crimson, Soego
transformed. His skin thickened into fur-covered hide, his teeth elongated
into yellow fangs. A thick, wormlike tail snapped out behind him. Soego
curled forward on all fours, shrieking in an inhuman howl as long whiskers
twitched along his rat-like snout.
Hargrimm merely clicked its teeth, unimpressed, "Mark my words, Living;
only the Truce protects thee. Do not cast aside thy only shield so
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