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

"Oops."
They came in swarms, overwhelming the ghouls in their hungred frenzy.
Both sides tore and bit, arching for whatever flesh they could get their teeth
on. We joined the fray on the ghouls’ side, but too late – they fell screaming
as they were torn into pieces by the seemingly unstoppable horde. The
Vargouilles, however, were weakened, and soon fell to Dak’kon’s blade and
my magic.
I crept away from the mangled corpses of the ghouls and continued down
the hall. The large hall, with a floor shining and rippled as if it had been
poured, was ensconced with deep arches along the walls. The murmur from
the openings made me wary, and as we walked I glanced to the side, ever
wary of enemies. Dak'kon was tense, creeping forward with a fluid sidestep
so that he could watch our backs. Morte floated silently behind us.
Halfway down the hall a corpse came into view... a ghoul, a mummified
yellow by the look of it. Waving a hand and pointing I gestured for Morte
and Dak'kon to stay where they were.
Creeping forward I knew it was too convenient, a single body in the middle
of the floor, conveniently placed, a clear outline against the floor.
And those damn screeches only verified my suspicions.
Chanting in an ancient tongue, Dak'kon's body thrummed with the strength
of ten men. While he was swift and sure as always, his blade struck with a
force that cracked stone.
The black-edged blade shrieked, slicing a vargouille in twain with each
passing. As Morte rolled through the air his gnashing teeth ripped the wings
from one vargouille, then another, and as Dak'kon passed that keen obsidian
tip would follow with a downward stroke to end the beast's wails. The forms
of the blade were graceful even in these improvised opportunities, as if
Dak'kon were connecting the heavens with the earth.
Of course, I had little time to admire his battle skills when nine of the
fluttering horrors were gnawing on my scarred backside.
As always I sponged up the damage as Morte and Dak'kon picked off the
stragglers. While much of the flock focused on me the two circled the room,
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