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

Sigil. This was all some three centuries past."
"And the other man?"
"Little is known of him. My research showed that he was a Sensate who,
shortly before his death, destroyed all the dozens of sensory stones that he
had recorded experiences into. It was noted as a great loss to the faction,
for the man - though he had few friends, lashing out at anyone who
approached him too closely - was said to have collected a great many
wondrous sensations."
"How did he die?"
He shrugged. "I do not know; the records do not say."
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He couldn't have destroyed everything.
If he had, I wouldn't have had all the clues that led me to this point. If he
was as great a Sensate as Able described, his recorded experiences wouldn't
have been left in the public Sensoriums. I sifted through one sensory stone
after another, probing each sensation just long enough to see if it was me.
For many it was difficult to sever the connection once I realized I wasn't in
the shoes of a heavily scarred immortal. It was like trying to awake in the
middle of a compelling reverie, or freeing yourself from a sweet daydream.
But if Deionarra's memories could be found, I was sure I could get more
clues into that sociopathic bastard Able described: the one I saw as
Deionarra's lover in her fantasies.
The inscription around the base of the next sensory stone I chose indicated
that it held the experience "Week-long hunting trek across the forests of
Arborea."
My fingers wrapped around the surface, and I let the memory seep along my
flesh...
I stand in a circle of white tents deep in the woods, somewhere. The trees
around me are, by far, the largest I've ever seen. Suddenly, though, there's
an odd prickling sensation at the back of my skull...
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