Introducing...

[riveoathtaker]

Well, it looks like that foul excuse for a god is dead after all. Good riddance, I say. But something seems off.

Tabsolk, we have a problem.

I smell the stench of souls. Souls being taken, souls being reborn. All without our hands conducting them. Reapers, death gods,I think I may even feel someone masquerading as Death itself in these lands.

Comments

[chainsaw_juliet]

Araa~

We aren't imposters, silly silly~

We are Agents of Death. Since we're all of similar profession, we should be friends

[riveoathtaker]

Talk all you want, it won't change the fact you're ruining work for those of us who were here long before you. You have eons to go before you can begin to think of being my ally.

[chainsaw_juliet]

Aww...I quite like making friends, I care not if we're to be 'allies'.

You sound just like William, he gets all in a tizzy when Demons, or me, mess up the flow of things. Orderly and stoic, ensuring all souls are reported, filed and moved on...

If we're ruining your work, I don't think we meant to do so purposefully. Perhaps you should at least give us some pointers?

[riveoathtaker]

I am no creature by such a name. I am Kapnolt and it would serve you well to remember that name, filthy imposter.

We will reclaim this land as our territory. I suggest you move out before you are carried on the wind yourself.

[amongstheclouds]

...souls being reborn?

[riveoathtaker]

Carried on the wind to be evaluated by us, they are, though life and rebirth is not my realm.

[amongstheclouds]

...o-okay.

[riveoathtaker]

It's good to see some children around here know how to listen to their elder gods.

here have a shrunk demi-god of death

[levitatefusion]

You're Death?

[riveoathtaker]

Some do call me that, child.

[levitatefusion]

What do you call you?

[riveoathtaker]

My name is Kapnolt, foolish child.

[contemptuous]

Always something unusual here, hm.
Kapnolt, is it? A Death God...

Forgive my presumptuousness, but may I ask...for what reason have you awakened now?

[riveoathtaker]

That poor excuse for a godking Zikhadhara is dead and we're here to take back what he stole from us. Nobody here will stand in our way.

[contemptuous]

I don't think anyone is trying to.

We were all pulled here against our will by that creature, according to the Queen.

[riveoathtaker]

Zikhadhara brought you here to spite me and my brother. I care not if you wanted to be here or not, you're all replacements for us that foul cat summoned.

[silverankh]

Oh dear... the indignant righteous type. Your type's always the hardest to deal with.

Aren't you being a bit narrow-minded for an embodiment of the end of time?

[riveoathtaker]

Our world. Our job. All others who imitate are lesser, weaker. We control the flow of souls as nobody else can. Your meddling is damaging the winds.

[silverankh]

I don't think you know who I am, pup. It isn't only my job. It's ME.

I am Death, Kapnolt. And I'd say all your hot air is doing more to the winds than anything else.

[riveoathtaker]

Death in your world, maybe. Here, I am more Death than you'll ever be. The crystal saps your strength. You're hopeless.