All beings, one day, will come to meet He that will
escort their spirits from their bodies, and end their time on the Disc. He has worn
many shapes, but got bored of deciding what to wear, so now his wardrobe contains only
black. Robes. His appearance now is a welcome
reminder to those who meet him, of what they are leaving behind. The Discspanning metaphor
of the harvester of souls. He knows all, is all, will come to all.
Or so he claims. It is possible that his knowledge of the matter is only slightly
better than the human populace. He certainly has exhibited some failings, having
appparently picked up some habits from the millions of humans he "meets" everyday.
Such as doing things without having a real reason other than they seem right.
The difference is that when when you are the Ultimate Fate people want damn good
reasons for everything you do thats not in the job description. It is hard for mortals
to understand why Death has so much, er, well, sympathy. The best comparison is that
of the farmer getting bloody annoyed if anyone tramples his field of corn.
What the Grim Reaper is supposed to do is guard the lifetimers of every living
being on the disc. A Lifetimer is an hourglass, the sand of which represents
the time left in a persons life. When the sand runs out, Death rides out to sever the
soul from the body with his scythe (or sword on special occasions) at the moment of death.
What happens next is rather more vague. It has been suggested that there are a number of options
after death, and no strict rules about which applies to you.
Just general guidelines. This makes most newly dead feel a bit happier, but would probably upset
the priests if they found out too soon.
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