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itself grinds ta a 'alt. Even death wouldn't be a release, 'cause then ye sink
inta th' Lower Planes an' get dredged back up as somethin' worse'n ye were
before. Then they got their talons on ye fer all eternity."
"How would you get out of a tour contract?"
"Unless they don't want ye, ye don't 'ave much chance. I never heard o' it
bein' done with mean-spirited recruits, or somebody they really wanted ta
keep their talons on. Outwittin' a tanar'ri is risky but can be done... the
baatezu are much more dangerous with their contracts. Ye sign one o'
those, ye're dammed fer life... Ye might try a little garnish, try an' dawb
them, an' they might let ye make a run for it... but where would ye go?
There are so many 'ells..." he trailed off.
"And dying in the Blood War would be an especially bad thing?"
"If ye were evil, sure. If ye're good, ye'd go ta another Plane ta spend yer
afterlife. But ye'd still be a deader. Now fer me, I still got a lot o' evil ta wash
from me soul, so if I'd died in th' Lower Planes, they would've had me lock,
stock an' barrel."
Ghysis scanned the crowd one last time, and when there were no more
questions he gave a firm nod. "Right... this is th' last bit, then. Some o' ye are
Sensates, so's I got one thing ta say ta ye: don't sign up ta see 'what th' pikin'
Blood War is about.' Don't be a barmy idiot. Use a sensory stone if ye gots ta
know, but stay the 'ells away from anythin' ta do with th' Blood War fer real.
'Tis just not worth it. 'Tis..." For a moment, a look a great pain crossed the
man's face; it looked as if he was going to weep. "...not worth it, at all. That's
the end o' this session, so farewell."
I tried to make sense of these memories, and to shake off the oppressive
feeling that came with them, as we left the Festhall again.
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