Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.
Enchanted Trinkets Complete--a hardcover book containing over 500 magic items for your D&D games!

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 2581746" data-attributes="member: 2820">"Yeah, good one, right?" Jovik laughed weakly, "Come on Baevel, that laugh had to be worth a free round, right?" Jovik's head spun. Death? Death! I killed Death! No, it couldn't be. Jovik had to wrestle his thoughts down to set them in order just like planning a job that seemed too big. 'Ok', thought the Jackal, 'I killed somebody, I know that, I tasted their blood. But maybe it was someone who thought they were Zsath. How did he do that mist thing. Well, hell I can chalk that up to magic right. In fact, how could this guy be death? He said I died by Rashul's knife, but my throat is intact, so he was lying. Would Death lie? I mean sure the Jackal had cheated death many time, but he hadn't cheated Death, had he? Was there a difference? Oh, his head hurt form this. He needed a guild member, find out what they saw. And how can he kill death anyway? If, and that's a big if, death is a person, why would he come for me, and he couldn't be a person, but a god, or at least as powerful. A puny man with a sword couldn't scare a god.' But Zsath's eyes haunted Jovik, those eyes that were unafraid, unconcerned until the blow fell. And all around him, the people, they looked different. The Jackal tried to put his finger on it, but despite his years of reading people, he couldn't pick up on it. He needed to talk to a priest, find out more about Zsath. And there was still his boys. So much to do, but first, he needed to finish this beer and maybe three more.</blockquote>

Verification