Death is a concept, an idea that cannot be destroyed. It can be slowed or hastened. It can be shifted, but never bargained with. For a few unlucky souls it can be postponed. But in the end SHE is coming and SHE will find us all.
--Last words of Taranos the Unliving, Lich of Sorgash Keep
Her Lady Death is a being beyond gods and realities. SHE takes on many forms and has many avatars each in a form connected with HER location or task. Outside of the gates of the City Grave, SHE is a moonlight skinned elven woman on a pale horse wielding a silver longsword. In the city of Sargosa, SHE is a pale woman in a black gown constantly flickering as SHE moves around the city at the speed of thought. In the Realm of UslaCairne SHE is a beautiful skeletal figure shrouded in flowing grey robes. HER mournful eyes reveal the continual sorrow of a cloistered and corrupted land. Her Lady Death appears on the hill sides of major battles collecting the souls of the dead and an instant latter she is in a quite village reaping the last harvest of a elderly farmer to exhausted to work another day. SHE is compassion for the weariness of life and vengeance against those who den her embrace.
Armor -10(29) magical weapons to hit
HD 500 health
Int unfathomable
Move speed of thought
ToHit 1(+20)
Atx 1+1 per successful hit d20 damage
Random Special Powers
Anything SHE can think of.
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