These are things I discovered I can do.

I am immortal. That is, though I can be defeated through the loss of the dust that takes the place of blood in my system, and still be stabbed, poisoned, and decapitated, I will remain aware and come back when my body is fully healed.

My lord Vindrexis wanted to explore further, and I allowed this. He started with my hand. We found that after a certain amount of minutes that my hand and the rest of my body began to automatically walk back to one another. Once together I could pick up my hand and it reattached to the arm. This was whilst I suffered the natural pain.

Next was my entire leg, and that came back to me also. Then, without warning but entirely within his right, Vindrexis cut off my head. I went through severe agony as my unseeing torso stumbled around as my head rolled towards it. It was an experience I am sure I will never forget and will live through again.

My touch was also connected to decay and was concerned with any material, even flesh. It was centered to my claws. When I touch things they begin to rot, and skin death occurs on people. I found that only certain items are immune to my touch (hereafter known as Death Touch) - these are, Vindrexis and Sabazios as my lords, and everything I died with. This includes a pair of gloves, which is very good as I suffer pain also when I touch things. I cannot control the touch. It is a naturally occurring condition, that does not cease.

I have decided that it is a curse. Though Vindrexis considers it a blessing, and powerful at that. I currently can only endure a couple of seconds before the pain is too much and my natural instinct to let go occurs. But he has insisted that this will get easier.

We also have found I can sense death. It comes as a pungent, burning odour and includes everything from minor death on a body (e.g. necrosis) to the use of necromancy. Sabazios' mages use necromancy much. I do not mind as it has little to do with me and I am partly dead. Therefore when I go to the village I often have to endure a stink. It becomes a stale taste in my mouth.

I also do not need to eat or sleep. Instead I survived for three days alongside the god and the demon, aware and strong, before my body collapsed. Then I found I needed to rest, though for only a couple of hours. And it required me to sit there, in a calm state as my body recharged. In that time I figured I could feel the dust and sand in my body like energy. They were, I discovered, the physical manifestation of the magic that kept me alive.

Well. Not quite alive. More like ... Not dead. Undead was a good term. I liked it so I began using it.

Avin. The first undead kenku, who had little memory of his past life, but that he had had a brother, and was once a soldier.

And had died.