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

Ravel watched with a curious light in her black-veined eyes. "Such power..."
She gave a soft hiss, as if in wonder, and her lips peeled back in a smile. "It
a-touches all that hear it. You are powerful, my precious man, so powerful...
one day even the Planes may bend to your will..."
I opened my eyes and shook my head, "I do not wish such a thing, Ravel.
There are many who would walk that path, but not I."
Ravel nodded, then nodded at my hand, which to my surprise, held a
number of black-barbed seeds. "Take those seeds. Use them as you will...
and to this, I grant an additional boon." She plucked a hair from her head
and took a handful of the seeds, placed them in her palm, then crushed
them. A small trail of blackish blood ran from her hand, but when she
opened it, there was no wound... only a necklace of black-barbs, woven
around a lock of Ravel's gray hair. "Take this; it is of me, and it will serve you
well."
I took the seeds and the strange barbed charm. I recognized them, then...
they were of the same seed that Mebbeth had given to me so long ago,
when I was training to become a mageling.
"Save those seeds, precious man... use not all of them, for they may prove
more useful in other places in this maze... but if powerful you are, these
places you will find."
I tucked it all away, and sighed. So she was amenable. "Why did you make
me immortal, Ravel?"
"It's what you wanted, seedling, and you asked so sweetly... now how could
Ravel say 'no' to one such as you? Immortality was your solution and your
challenge to me."
"My solution? But why?"
"I don't know, seedling. Time has chipped away at my memories as well, it
would seem... seam? If you remember, tell me... I'm a-curious myself. It
must have been something important... isn't it in the nature of a man to
want to live forever?"
"Only if what lies on the other path carries greater pain," Dak'kon said. His
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