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The swirl of dust coalesced into a shape. Not quite human but instead more squat and robust. It was also, unmistakably, undead. empty eyes sockets stared out and an impossibly ancient stone sword was held lazily by an arm covered in withered flesh.

In his eternity of existence he had visited countless cities and delved into many warrens of magic but this one was unfamiliar in every way. He tightened the grip on his sword and looked about with his senses. There were people but their features and clothing were as alien to him as the buildings. He was deaf to even his own warren and that of his people.

Onos T'oolan collapsed into dust.
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After several moments he appeared near a trio of people. One of them towered over the others and even the shortest was of even height than the T'lan Imass. The tallest reminded him of a Malazan heavy, large, solid and covered with unyielding armour.

His head turned slowly with a muted creaking, although the movement was unnecessary for him to look around. He found that it made mortals more comfortable if he affected a mortals mannerisms. And so, when he spoke his mouth moved with the words, though that too was merely a human affection. The voice rasped but otherwise lacked any accent or inflection.

"Where is this place?"

[@Raineh Daze][@VitaVitaAR]