death and the dnd party
oija: i am a necrobard! god gave me my own childhood kneecaps as a payment for visions of the dead. i was raised in a funeral home and i walk the balance of life and death, pushing souls over and bringing them back as i will. skeletons dance with me as i play the saxophone that heralds the apocalypse. sometimes, when i close my eyes, i am trapped in the instant of a death, unable to do more than reach out and nudge reality
tolly: death has had me and spat me back out. i am legally dead according to multiple governments. the forest i tend to is fertilised with the remains of my family and i keep the forest's balance. i have inherited a seat on a council with half its seats lying empty. i will guide a city walling itself into caves it has dug as we disappear from the world into a tomb of our own making. i drank blood in the temple of shar and grow moss over the living. the earth has promised me i will die in our next fight. i accept this
vim: when alive, i was life incarnate. i burned with the fire of my goddess until i fell, lifeless, at dawn. the flames of the hearth took me and left a kitchen garden in my wake. now i shepherd lost souls home in a blaze of firelight. i arrive only during moments of deep sorrow. i am estanna's champion and i guide the troubled dead home. i am the flame that awaits and the comfort in the dark. nonetheless, the world is emptier without me and my bow is left unstrung
eva: i know loss and i have paced at the brink of death only to rise again like the tide and keep fighting. death is not an option for me. people need me to live. and yet i fear i have left the bodies of my rebellion in my wake. i cannot look back and see the debris of my past, only lift my mace and keep on swinging
brella: shut the FUCK up, everyone, i didn't do a murder. it was self defence. stop making notes on the 100 posters asking for information about the guy i killed. guys please
