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[thyeternalhunger]

A night before the Darkest Night in 750 BC, Death had returned to the Rex as his "most trusted assistant" at long last.

Plain colour version

[ravenloftbythelamplight]

Here's a collection of goofy sketches via suggestions: Death in the Tantrum Hole™, the Zal'honan brothers' Karaoke Night, Ebb holding Az' like a cat carrying a kitten, and Az' stackin' some lil' toy animals (featuring Skeever ruining said stack)

[darklordazalin]

Azalin Reviews: Darklord 'Death'

Domain: Necropolis Domain Formation: 755 BC Power Level: 💀💀💀⚫⚫ Sources: Lord of Necropolis by Gene DeWeese (novel); 2e: Domains of Dread, Death Unchained, Death Ascendant, Requiem: Grim Harvest, Death Triumphant; 3e: Ravenloft 3e, Gazetteer II, Death Undaunted (unpublished).

The entity that believes it is the literal incarnation of Death resides within Domain of Necropolis. Necropolis resides beyond a wall of mist known as The Shroud that surrounds the former city of Il Aluk in my own Domain of Darkon. Necropolis solely exists as a metaphoric thorn in my side, disrupting trade routes as its undead inhabitants raid Darkon’s country side and prey upon my citizens.  

As Il Aluk was not always Necropolis, Death was not always an insane entity obsessed with seeking vengeance against the one who evaded Death (that would be me). It believes my soul belongs to it and yet, the truth of what it is taunts Death and on some levels, he knows exactly who he was and what it has become.

Death was once Lowellyn Dachine. A product of a wish spell and a prime example of the idiom ‘be careful what you wish for’. I cast wish to create a number of clones of myself – each born and raised by a family ignorant of their origins. I encouraged those that survived to study magical arts in hopes that I could then steal that knowledge from their minds. Now, that may sound a bit nonsensical to those of lesser genius, but be assured, it was a technique I had mastered in my youth. Peeling the spells from another wizard’s mind was as easy as reading a book…if I was able to peel it from essentially my own mind, that could have, theoretically, allowed me to learn new spells again.

Alas, it did not work and all I was left with was a rather irksome, ambitious, and jealousy-prone individual who believed he was my bastard child. Lowellyn even went so far as to address me as ‘father’ in his letters. Despite not encouraging these delusions of grandeur, I found other uses for such a loyal individual.

Lowellyn became a priest of the Eternal Order as well as a Kargat agent. He was one of the only mortals to achieve a high rank amongst my secret police. Ranking high in both the police state and state religion, Lowellyn was the perfect agent to carry out a secret mission in Nartok. Lowellyn was to test a prototype for my Doomsday Device.

This prototype, named the Infernal Machine, was a smaller version of the Doomsday Device – the machine I would utilize to transform myself into an entity that could finally escape my velvet cage.

The Infernal Machine was hidden in a church of the Eternal Order in Nartok. Only the Kargat agents under Lowellyn knew what the device was. None of the priests in Nartok dared question Lowellyn’s design for it, though I am told that resentment towards Lowellyn and the Kargat he brought into the church grew on a daily basis.  

The device was shaped like a golden coffin and empowered by crystal skulls containing the stolen life force of countless individuals. There are very few who know of how those souls were collected, but I shall relay it here. I created a secret cabal of murders known as the Ebon Fold. I unleashed them into Darkon and its neighbors to collect souls for the purpose of empowering the Doomsday Device and the Infernal Machine. I personally rose each member of the Ebon Fold from the dead and destroyed them once their mission was complete, ensuring the secret of what they had done lay beyond the reach of any who would use it against me.  

I also crafted magical daggers known as ‘blood blades’ for the Ebon Fold to use. These blades drained the souls from those they killed. Each soul was then transferred into a crystal skull, which could hold many souls within. The collection or ‘grim harvest’, if you will, took about two years for the Ebon Fold to complete.

Once six crystal skulls were filled with enough souls, Lowellyn willing volunteered as a test subject and climbed into the golden coffin. He then commanded his followers to activate the Infernal Machine. The machine transformed Lowellyn into the entity now known as Death.

Death, still loyal to my person, traveled to Il Aluk to assist me in the final preparations of the Doomsday Device. At the stroke of midnight on the winter solstice of 750 BC, I sealed myself within the Doomsday Device and activated it. Instead of transforming me into a powerful entity, the Doomsday Device exploded. The result was a combination of negative and positive energy that killed everything in Il Aluk, then reanimated everything a moment later. I was seemingly destroyed by this blast.

As Il Aluk became Necropolis, every Darkonian heard the word ‘Necropolis’ echo in their mind. Indeed, many believed that was an indication that Darkon was no more and Necropolis was now the name of the shattered Domain. Having no heir nor spouse to take on the rule of Darkon…through no fault of my own…the throne of Darkon was left vacant.

Death attempted to step in as my successor, but it was confined to the former city of Il Aluk. If Death left the city and the negative energy the infuses the city, then it would be destroyed.

With Death trapped in a four-mile wide city, others rose up throughout Darkon vying for the throne. Meanwhile, Death ensured each region of Darkon had one of his loyal minions lording over it. These minions were inscribed with a tattoo the shape of an hourglass, which Death empowered with a fraction of its own essence. These empowered minions were able to drain the lifeforce of anyone they touched.

My own essence was shattered throughout Darkon and it took years for me to form a single, coherent thought. Eventually I was able to contact my allies through dreams and bid them to create a Soul Focus to restore my body. These dreams were sensed by Death as well, who created emissaries in the form of mythic Horsemen to stop my return and seek my soul for their master.

A third party, Tavelia Regina, had her own plans. A vampire and Kargat agent who influenced those around her as a cleric of the Overseer, Tavelia had amassed power in Maritira Bay and planned to use that power to enslave me…She wished to bring me back, but at a fraction of what I was so she could marry me and rule from behind the throne.

Thankfully, both Death and Tavelia failed. I’m not sure which would have been worse, true death or another forced marriage. Regardless, I returned, easily dispatched Death’s feeble minions, and reclaimed my throne. Death, for the souls it consumed in my absence, became a true Dark Lord over the Slain City. Death is tormented by memories of who it once was and though it longs for the freedom of its delusions, it can never truly forget where it came from.

The layer of mist that surrounds Necropolis is known as the Shroud. Any living thing that enters it dies and is transformed into an undead creature. Lowellyn may be delusional, but is quite powerful. Death can control any undead within its sight with absolute dominion. Its main weakness is ‘life’ or, more specifically, objects associated with birth such as an infant’s blanket or the sound of a crying baby. Yes, that’s correct, Death

Lowellyn still seeks to destroy me, believing I evaded ‘Death’, which I suppose is somewhat true. Between Lowellyn and Vlad Darkov, I may kill about an hour a month dealing with their nonsense.

[demiplanardemagogue]

Today Dr. Killinger (seemingly) passed away at the age of 500 (we think). Despite his calm demeanor polite mannerisms, he was a favorite among the Dark Powers for helping numerous dictators, darklords, and villains get their starts of darkness. Killinger may have even been the true identity of the infamous spirit "Death", that helped Count Strahd down his first path to corruption. (Lowellyn Dachine, whom also claims the moniker Death, is widely known to simply be suffering from chuunibyou syndrome.) Funeral services were held at the Amber Temple, attended by Killinger's family and fiends.

[the-rat-sorceress]

Death, or Lowellyn Dachine, the darklord of the domain Necropolis. I'm really happy with how this turned out c;

[thyeternalhunger]

Hour of Ascension

Finished an old art from last year. It was partly inspired by Amorphis - Sampo

[thyeternalhunger]

Death Ascendant

[darklordazalin]

We liches have built in costumes - either regular wizard or horrifying undead, depending on which face we normally show the locals.

That said, instead of using illusions, I'm going as the demiplanes discount grim reaper - Lowellyn Dachine or 'Death' as he refers to himself...I think a cheap black cloak and fake, plastic scythe will make me look just like him!