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

"Nothin'. The snake had only a wee touch o' coin on him. 'E must keep 'is
papers elsewhere," she glanced around, "Somewhere safe."
"Lenny, then. We'll get our answers from him."
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"What do you know of Vristigor, Dak'kon?"
My friend and mentor glared down to me as I squatted at the street corner
resting my legs. His blade flickered when I uttered the name, bright like a
bolt of recognition.
"How... did you come to know that name?"
My throat itched at the memory of a jagged silver-edged sword tearing
through cartilage and meat, spilling a crimson tide that flowed across the
cobblestones. I flicked my fingers and conjured a few sparks of flame... a
cantrip or two would ease my mind, "A githyanki mentioned it to his
comrades as he stood over my body. They thought I was dead."
The blade flickered again, black and serrated. For a moment Dak'kon
pondered in silence and scarlet swirls bled along the karach, as if it were
eager to dip into the belly of a foe. Dak'kon's face was calm as stone.
Silently he took the Circle of Zerthimon in hand, running shriveled yellow
fingers along its edges. The plates clicked slowly as he worked the pattern. I
waved away the flicker of flame dancing at my fingertip. Five times already
I'd seen him unlock the Circles of Zerthimon, and five times I was eager to
learn the truth. But the air carried a black omen now, and my throat was dry
when he handed the Circle to me.
"Upon the Blasted Plains, Zerthimon told Gith there cannot be two skies. In
the wake of his words, came war."
"Upon the Blasted Plains, the People had achieved victory over their illithid
masters. They knew freedom."
"Yet before the green fires had died from the battlefield, Gith spoke of
continuing the war. Many, still filled with the bloodlust in their hearts,
agreed with her. She spoke of not merely defeating the illithids, but
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