>>5426587“That would be one way to earn my support,” Death admits dryly, when you encounter him in your dreamful torpor, while you restfully meditate.
The God of Death is no stranger to you, though neither is he an intimate friend. He was the first Dark God you ever invoked and encountered directly, at the start of your journey… But the Lord of Endings is an enigmatic entity. He is a Dark God, an ancient being predating the coming of Light, and sibling-of-sorts to the pantheon which your race traditionally worships… But so too is he alienated from his kin, and feared. In ancient days, when Light rose and Darkness was driven back, he played both sides—so it is said, at least. In present days, unique among the Dark Gods, he grew stronger… But at the cost of neutrality. He made a pact with the Gods of Light who, seeing his necessity, permit him to roam freely where his kin may not. Neither does he favour any race or philosophy over another—he treats all mortals equally, without cruelty or kindness.
“But I face a necromancer!” you protest, appealing to his one known bias: a hatred of those who muddle the line between his realm and that of life.
“You owe me a favour already,” Death reminds you darkly.
That you do. Calling upon a Dark God and requesting aid or answers ALWAYS exacts a price—this you know, and this you knew when you last called upon him.
Besides, it is tough to argue with what, to your present perception, appears to be a towering mass of ribs and vertebrae, splayed open as if to form a great and many-legged beat, with hundred of skeletal dragon wings rising and falling in a terrible undulation across its back. It is a more fearsome visage that Death has previous appeared in, even with his small, almost comically-mundane HUMANOID skull. Is it that of a man, like your unknown and disgraceful grandparent? An elf, like those you visit?
