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

for a closer look, only to see a withering corpse. While it was impressive in
its engraved parade-armor despite its coating of dust and cobwebs, the lord
and master of the Dead Nations was little more than a dessicated shell.
"The Silent King... is dead..." I whispered.
Morte's teeth chittered, "I-I don't feel right about this, chief. If Hargrimm
knows that we know his dirty little secret..."
"Such is the danger and power of knowing what is forbidden," Dak'kon
intoned.
We turned to leave.
"HERESY!" Hargrimm cried, "Ye dare to approach the Silent King?!" With
that its skeletal form lifted in the air and flew at me with supernatural grace.
The fingers of one bony hand elongated, and the talons dug into the flesh of
my throat. With that firm grip on my neck Hargrimm tossed me into the air
like a rag. My body flew, spiraling awkwardly until my head cracked against
the glassy surface at an awkward angle. There was the sickening, awkward
feel of my spine snapping and immediately everything from the neck down
went numb.
The world faded, flickered, before it returned in full force. Cheek pressed
against the cold crystal substance, I was treated to a full view of the
terrifying drop down into a pit of spiky bones. That would've hurt.
Despite the damage I had suffered, my body was healing already and with a
twitch I cracked my neck back into place.
Hargrimm hovered over me, a strange look of concern in its glowing eyes,
"But- how...?"
"I'm immortal," I groaned, sitting up and twisting my head until it cracked
into place. I thought I could feel a small shard of bone still lodged in the
muscle in a funny way. I was going to have a kink there for a while, "It seems
that I can't die. I'm trying to find a way to become mortal again, but
apparently I need to go through Pharod first."
"Then thou shalt never leave this place," Hargrimm commanded grimly,
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