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Sarin
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The dustmen where no strangers to healing. One cant have true death if it isn't their time, and the clerics that help the many undead members of the faction can also heal the living. When Sarin returned to the mortuary, there where a large number of dustmen who offered to help. She turned them down, and merely asked for a small place to work for the next couple of days

In the end, it was Sarin that crippled Sarin. Maraphiel and Klo emerged from the wall… mostly fine. At least in body. Sarin had crippled her ability to heal, and damaged her devilish natural regeneration ability. The damage being stuck in the wall, and the power it drained from her, were enhanced by what she had done to herself. She saw only one option to truly ‘heal.’ Damage herself more.

Sarin began to conjure bone, and apply it too herself. She used the connection to the negative energy plane the mortuary had as a tool for this, and channeled it through her body. It worked havoc upon her devilish nature, but it kept the bone and muscle working. She was tired, and had gone slightly mad, but she could move, and function, by the end. Her body was cold, and bone armor covered most of her body. She was more ‘undead’ than not by this point, although she didn't care. It was only through direct infusions of negative energy powered by her personal magic that she could move, and there wasn't really a secondary option to this. The hells don't have medics, and if they did, she never earned one.

She emerged from her hiding changed. Colder, and crippled. It would take time for her body to adapt, and her to be anything other than a hobbling creature, kept alive and moving only by her own magic. She was changed emotionally as well. More distant, as her mind wandered around, dazed and mad

Sarin began work on a paper, too turn into the dustmen, talking about what she had done, and what it had done too her.
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