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

dim, nearly forgotten over the years. They were smudged by the dragging of
countless corpses, scarred by the many slit purses and stained with the
blood of rivals. A bag of coin, scrounged, stolen, and saved up so that one of
them could escape the poverty of the Hive. Pharod had not been happy
when he realized how much had been taken from him.
"I- I was never as brave as you, Annah. I wasn't as clever or quick..." Trist
was, however, kind and pretty, soft enough that she would've withered to
nothing with another few years of that life, "But my husband... oh! Please,
you must help me..."
A meaty hand gripped her wrist. "Come, girl. The auction is about to start.
Let the patrons examine the wares up for bid. And sway yer hips a little...
the bigger a price ye fetch the more it'll go to pay for your debt."
"Please, Annah!" Trist cried as she was led away, "Help me!"
Too shaken to soft-step her way through the alleys, Annah ran. The
pavement pounded beneath the tiefling's boots, Annah's eyes searching for
that one who was mad, determined, and naive enough to lend a hand.
Kindness had long since been slain and left bleeding into the cobblestones,
but for the first time Annah hoped she was wrong.
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My neck hurt.
Standing at the base of the siege tower, I arched back to take in a good view
of the squatting monstrosity. Its walls were scarred and pitted with the
wounds of countless wars (and looking at my own scars now, I must say I felt
a bit of sympathy), and on each of the four walls rusted blades protruded.
Each knife was tarnished, its edges snaggle-toothed like the fangs of a
morbid beast. The shadows of those blades seemed to cut into the ground
where they were cast, and even I was a little careful in stepping between
them.
Circling around, I found my target.
Next to the chain of a drawbridge hunched a reptilian creature with a snake
like-body, four clawed feet, leathery wings, and a draconian head. The scales
covering its body were a vile shade of green. The abishai stands upright on
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