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

Lady, and his temple and all things within a thousand spans were
annihilated. Buildings were ground to dust, and flesh was riven from the
bones of countless loyal worshippers. Only the shell of the Grand Temple
remained, and the gray husk of Aoskar's corpse was taken by the Astral
Plane. From that point on, all Powers were barred from the city of Sigil. Such
was the justice of Her Serenity, the Lady of Pain.
"To this day the Temple still stands, taken by the blaspheming Athar as a
monument to the impotence of gods. Such is the fate of Aoskar, and the
tender tragedy of his memory."
"I've gone and soiled me knickers..." a voice whimpers from the crowd.
"That... is why the name is forbidden," Mikon grunts. He glances at you,
shaking his mug, "No need to bring Her down on our heads like that."
You nod politely in response. The poor man had been shamed, dismissed,
and scoffed at his entire time here off-duty, and now he had to sit through
what bordered treason against the Lady in the minds of the Harmonium.
Perhaps it would be best to treat him to another ale... he seems like he
desperately needs it.
You rap your knuckles against the bar for service, just as the Athasian begins
anew.
"The Nameless One had endured worse of course, and such a petty death
would not keep him still for long. Those familiar aches returned to him as he
stumbled to his feet, stiff and numb with his fresh death..."
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The first sense to return was touch, and I could feel my blood wet and cold
on the paved ground.
The second was sight, and as my eyes cracked open I could see the blurry
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