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

At first they were hairline splits, but along the growing web of crackling
energy pieces flaked off, sublimating into nothing. Ravel refocused,
murmuring another incantation. The shield would hold, but she would need
to re-weave it if she wanted its full protection.
But then the small, green threads began to invade those hairline cracks.
It was all he needed, a razor-thin crack, a small hole a needle could slide
through. Ravel shrieked as the threads caressed her, leaf-green flames burst
from her flesh wherever they licked. The salvo of planar bolts had ended,
but Ravel fell to her knees, clawing at the flames and screaming as they
began to eat down into her bones.
Fire bloomed around her. Ice crackled and crushed her bones against the
ground. Blood misted the air over her pulverized body.
And it was over.
It floated over the corpse in triumph.
Interlude
"Well, I suppose that's the end of that!" Jeanette Dovelle Four-Winds barks
out a laugh, "Ho, Shara! Ye've got a reputation for treating your storytellers
well! Where can a salty ole lass wet her lips around here?"
"A round for you, girl," Shara snaps, "But your crew will have to flash copper
before they see a drink."
"By buccaneer's beard and the honor of the Astral pirates, I wouldn't think
otherwise! Ye still take qualia in exchange? Ah there we go lass, a good
immaterial sensation for a physical one. Fair trade and all!" she says,
hopping down from the stage and snatching up a mug.
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