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

small whine leaked from his maw.
Quick as a whip I drew the dagger from its sheath and stuck him, right in the
throat. Mantuok reeled back, confused, castrated, trying desperately to
staunch the flow of blood with one paw as he tried to grope for his axe.
No dice.
I stuck him, in the slim border between one plate of armor and the next. Too
shocked to claw at me Mantuok could only kick a little as I grabbed him by
one tall spine of his opulent helmet, driving him head-first into the post
behind me. Flesh and bone smashed repeatedly until his face was a ruined
mass and the post was painted a fresh new shade of red. I wasn't sure if he
was alive or not, but I took some small measure of satisfaction when I
booted his worm-tailed ass into the chasm.
"Everything all right?" I said as I stumbled a bit trying to stand up properly.
Already Annah and Dak'kon were looking themselves over for wounds and
cleaning their weapons.
"Ach, jes fine yeh sod. I dinnae know if we coulda faced tha big one fully
armed, but yeh egged him on right yeh did," Annah smiled.
Dak'kon glanced at the bloodstained post. "A great tragedy. To begin one
moment a king, and end it as a corpse."
"Mantuok can gripe about tragedy when it's not being stuck in him every
twelve hours." My foot bumped against something, and I looked down. It
was a thick tome, sour with the smell of decay. When I picked it up the
leather seemed to crawl under my fingers, as if it were uncured human flesh
left out in the sun.
And yet... something whispered at the back of my mind to open it. It wasn't
the familiar tingle of a nascent memory bubbling to the surface, but
something more... enticing.
"Are yeh all right?" Annah's nose wrinkled, "Yeh don't look good."
"I'm fine," I grunted as we walked, shaking off the urge to open the book
then and there, "All I want to do is get Morte back. The void he's left is
putting me in a mood, I think."
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