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

eaches my cheek - from my aching eyes.
'Grim Determination.'
The entire hall is in ruins and still in the process of being destroyed, as
dozens of combatants hurl weapons, deadly, arcane magicks and themselves
at one another in a desperate struggle to be the last one standing. Plumes of
acrid green smoke rise from the pile of limp bodies I had dragged myself out
of, having barely escaped the wrath of some fiendish spell. There it is -
across the way, through the battling throng, through the bloodthirsty battle
ahead of me, sitting untouched on a miraculously upright table - my pint of
mead! And I'll get it back, if I have to kill every last one of the brawling
tavern patrons to do it!
'Supernatural Lust.'
I couple with the succubus, a creature of such intense, otherworldly beauty
that even her fiend's horns and thrashing tail give me no pause. She gasps
under me... flesh dangerously sweet, and I desire her so completely that the
whole of my existence seems focused towards this single goal. As my life
explodes from me in a starry burst, I hear the delighted laughter of the
succubus as she drains me dry, leaving my body but a soulless husk...
'Complete Bafflement.'
I awake from uneasy dreams to find myself transformed in my dank lair into
a rather small, four-limbed, fleshy thing. I lie on my shell-less (as it were
wholly unprotected) back and when I lift my tiny head - unadorned with its
usual sensory antennae - a little I can see my pinkish belly, partly covered in
soft, curling hairs quite unlike the black bristles I'm accustomed to seeing
there. My two - only two! - legs now jut from the end of my torso, rather
than up from around my abdomen. They look thick and ungainly in
proportion to my body, and lie there limply, making no attempt to right me
on their own - only by actively concentrating can I move the things. What
has happened to me?
~~~~~
I left the chamber, swaying slightly from the barrage of sensations, coming
away from them with my mind aching at the weight of it all. I sifted through
the experiences, drinking what I could from them and enjoying the new
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