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

"The enemies of Zerthimon came. Know that their hatred of his words and
the People lent their blades strength. Know that they sensed the weakened
city, and they brought war with them. Many githzerai drowned in the chaos
and beneath the blades of our enemies." Small beads of metal appeared on
the surface of the blade, as if it was blistering. "Know this happened long
ago."
"What happened to you?"
"As I fell from the walls of Shra'kt'lor, know that my self was broken. My
blade was mist, my mind divided. I was adrift upon Limbo's seas, and I
wished to drown. I died for days, my mind awash in division, when death
finally came to me. It wore your skin, and it had your voice."
I blinked, licked my lips. The chill that ran down my spine was a cold prickle
born separate from the warm tingle in my scalp. "Me?"
"You asked that I hear you."
As Dak'kon said the words, my vision bled outwards, and the crawling
sensation begin to worm its way up through the back of your skull... It was
unbearable, too powerful an urge to be denied. I felt nauseous for a
moment, and my vision was suddenly as chaos, smeared, twisted, and you
are someplace else, someplace in the past...
I surrendered to the memory.
~~~~~
I have to watch my thoughts.
Everything around me is in turmoil - my vision is hazy, swirling, dizzying, all
at ONCE... there is mist, pockets of fire, islands of mud, stone, and
ice-covered rocks swimming through the Plane like fish, impacting and
dissolving, droplets of water arcing through the howling air and lashing my
skin like teeth - I choke back my nausea, and I steady myself; this is the Plane
of Limbo, all is chaos, nothing is stable...
The battle had waged for days. From my perch I had heard the distant
screams, the chorus of metal clashing against metal, silver astral steel
against karach. Bodies of warriors had been pinned to walls, which bled and
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