![]() I am Death itself oppose me and I will turn your very power against you and leave you broken until I take you into my hand.” He stared at Kasigna, and the realized she looked like their species. “What are the terms, stranger? You are not a Gnoll, though you smell and look like one across three ages.” The Gnoll nodded as if it were self-evident as mortal man and Lich struggled, conjoined, one being with two desires. He saw the face contort, and the two realized as Az’kerash lifted a finger glowing with death. The Lich bent his knee to the Goddess of Death-until Perril Chandler grabbed his arm. He cursed, tried to take a step and draw his blade-Īz’kerash knelt. Heads turned to him, but more flinched away from his visage than trusted his words. Only the Mother of Graves knew Kasigna and howled a challenge that shook this quasi-realm. No-not quite ignored, but the did not understand her. The consequences-even the Three-in-One seemed aware she was snapping fate’s strings against each other and paused to take in the cause and effect playing themselves out on grand scales. The world’s mightiest souls drawn together. The Gnoll rasped, and Az’kerash’s head snapped back to him. Have they resettled Rhir since the flame of magic went out?” She was a beast of bones, twelve feet tall, yet Hetarria, the dead who had served on Rhir’s 5th Wall, had survived even destruction of her body with the bones she had possessed. The Gnoll’s voice was still wet, echoing, as if coming from the deeps. A True Lich, but you’ve reanimated yourself differently, haven’t you? You must have rushed it.” ![]() ![]() Perril Chandler and Az’kerash stared at each other. Az’kerash turned his head, and a dead man with white hair and features controlled by his hatred of the living and desire for vengeance-met the eyes of a man who held a rapier in hand, the mark of Silvaria still upon his robes. He missed the undead Cat Beastkin hiding behind a bewildered Naga, avoiding his gaze. The Archmage of Death stood there, panting, and looked around. A Fraerling stopped trying to send spells and Az’kerash saw the tiny recoil from him. Regis Reinhart flinched as Az’kerash stared at him with astonishment. “W-why have you-how have-I am Regis Reinhart. She had no voice he understood, but the rage emanating upwards was kith and kin to the rest. The Mother of Graves was not what Az’kerash expected. Tolveilouka turned his head away from the apparition swimming in the deeps below them. The Village Head of Rheirgest stared at Kasigna, eyes flashing as he gripped a staff of bones. His eyes were black, and he was covered in water. “Who wakes me from my slumber? Have the Walled Cities died?” Necromancers, masters of death no matter their form, stood before her. It was what Kasigna said again and again, and each time, they refused.
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