Basic Information - The Holy Choir
Long ago, after the Oberking left this world, many things we take for granted stopped working. The sun hung in the sky for days on end. Plants would neither grow nor wither. People couldn’t die. You must remember that a great war between the last of the Oberking’s believers and the rest of the world was raging, as the believers thought that the world should end with the loss of the one true god. Thousands of brave souls lay on the battlefield, unable to die. For months, the dead lay, screaming if they could, but no relief would come. Finally a young maiden, having see her love, her father and her brothers lay in agony, climbed the highest mountain. At the top of the mountain she screamed out to the uncaring sky for relief.
As we all know, the Oberking’s leaving left a hole in the shield around our world. Through this hole came the Orcs, Dragons and other monsters that plague us to this day. But also through the hole came the Choir, the gods that we worship. Two Gods heard her plea, The Raven Queen and Orcus. That day the two enemy gods made their only agreement: There must be death. Like the shadow of night, the two gods flowed over the battlefields, the massacres and the death wards and laid those there to rest. It is also said that this inability to die without the guidance of a God is what created the first undead, which Orcus quickly took advantage of.
After all where laid to rest, the Choir decided that someone should be put in charge of guiding the dead across that new threshold, someone who would send those souls on their way. They chose the brave young woman that called out on that mountain top. So the first Avatar was born; Death.
At first, Death (for that was her name now) felt honored by the job. But after year after year of taking the old, the brave, the young and the stupid across the threshold started to take it’s toll on her. Story after story they would tell her overwhelmed Death. So she took on a new guise, that of the cloaked and hooded creature of shadow. She would not talk nor would she invite talk from those simply crossing over, and so menacing was her bearing that she inspired fear in those who but glimpsed her. But sometimes, people linger near the line of death. To those, if they where of the story telling sort, she would show her real face; that of a tired but beautiful woman with cheeks stained by a thousand tears. Sometimes those people would survive, and they would come back unafraid of Death.
Legend of Death and the First Avatar
Traditional Story, Author Unknown