First Entrance

[whipped_weapon]

The faint sound of chanting that is in the background has a frantic note to it and there is the scent of blood, sulfur and musty sickly-sweet incense that fades into nothingness when the sound dissipates. Somewhere out there, four priestesses assume that their offering was accepted; and a dark goddess assumes her traitorous prey is in the hands of

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[antivan_leather]

He's seen people come and go in various states of shock and upset, but arriving utterly unconscious is a new one. Zevran is currently perched up in the rafters, assembling caltrops while enjoying the noise and warmth of the bar itself--his rooms, while nice, are entirely too quiet for him at the moment. He is a creature of cities, after all, gregarious by nature and far preferring the hustle and bustle of a large population to isolation

...Vith.

[whipped_weapon]

It takes Zaknafein a few moments to readjust to the lighting and at first he is thankful for the shade. This doesn't last long when he actually sees the person providing the shade.

Blonde, pointy-eared, bronze skinned... Eyes that are brown, but could pass for gold in the right light...There is only one kind of elf with that coloring in the Realms.

A sun elf. A member of the race Zak knows hates his own, kills his own on sight.

Zaknafein is doomed.

"...I'm being blinded and about to be carved up like a roast rothe by a sun elf. Yes. This must be the hells."

Well, he is dead, he knows it, the last thing he remembers is having his heart ripped out by his ex-wife literally...What else could it be?
The drow closes his eyes and waits in resignation and exhaustion for the inevitable stabbing pain he is sure will follow.

Re: ...Vith.

[antivan_leather]

If Zevran looks confused by Zak's proclamation, he can hardly be blamed. After all, in Thedas there are only two sorts of elves--those who live in the cities, and the nomadic Dalish. There aren't dark elves, or sun elves, or sea elves. All colors and temperaments are members of the same race and species, from the palest of the forest-dwelling Dalish to strains of Rivaini elves, adapted over many years to have darker skin just like many of the humans. The Antivan considers the term for a moment, then grins again.

"'Sun elf?' Oh, I do like the sound of that. It sounds so regal, don't you think?" He crouches down, balancing easily on his toes and folding his arms across his bent knees. He doesn't seem to be going for his blades, at least, and while the new position brings him closer to Zak's face, which is probably not the most comfortable set of circumstances for the drow, Zevran also ends up blocking out more of the light.

"But, as attractive as the title is, I am regrettably unfamiliar with it and therefore probably not such a being

Re: ...Vith.

[whipped_weapon]

Hm. Just like a sun elf to consider it a good thing to sound 'regal'...

But the strange elf's next words are shocking. He's unfamiliar with the term? Maybe this isn't the afterlife. Or at least, not the Faerun equivalent

[shinigami_rem]

"No," said a very tall very pale woman wearing a bone pendant.

Whaaaat?!

[whipped_weapon]

The drow is startled by the appearance of a very tall, strangely golden-eyed humanoid female, with a skinny, perhaps even bony frame, with skin pale as bone, clad in a leather and buckles motif and who has blue designs that he is not sure are tattoos,body paint or are natural markings.

Either way, while she may look humanoid, she definitely isn't a normal human, and she doesn't look anything like an elf, of any sort. So probably not a cleric of Kiaransalee.

The stranger feels very much like she is bound with death, intrinsically. Only worse. She seems to definitely not be mortal. And much larger, aura-wise than many of the necromancers Zak has had the bad luck to run into. She's probably practically unkillable, if so

Re: Whaaaat?!

[shinigami_rem]

Rem smiled a little.

"I am Rem, a Shinigami," she said, "You are in Milliways, the Bar at the end of the Universe. Do you have a door?"

She was pointing to the wall where doors appeared and disappeared, and sometimes the from part of a cell, that had a strange occupant.

Re: Whaaaat?!

[whipped_weapon]

The smile is... slightly less worrying.
So, politeness seems to work. Wonderful. Perhaps he can get out of this in one piece, without being dragged off to the Abyss or the Nine Hells.

"I... No, I have no door." Zak says cautiously. "The last thing I remember is a dagger carving out my heart."

He deliberately leaves out the exact circumstances of his demise, being sacrificed by his Matron in exchange for his son's life, as those would be too good a clue for any servant of the Spider Queen to miss, and he doesn't want to take any chances with his soul's wellbeing.

A shinigami? He has never heard the term.

"May I please ask you for a further clarification?" He asked warily. "I have never heard of a 'Shinigami' before and thus, I am still, regrettably, confused as to what you refer to when you mention that term."