The Second 99 Year Reich of Myrkul (Post Mortem Dei)

[Pictured above: the fate of the far vast]

[Using Szchulan's recent journaling, Nemeseth audibly read the following creepy passage:]

"All things die. Even gods. Death is a powerful part of the circle of all things. We die each moment to live the next. Wise men always see the skull beneath the skin and thus we make final arrangements for when the time comes.

And Bane planned his return via his son Xvim, and Bhall has planted his seed in many a virgin's womb, and the god of bones waits in the Crown of Horns for the 'right person' to whom shall be given His name and the mantle of godhood.

In this way death continues, death persists, death waits, and death is renewed. Death returns, death lives, death dies, and death is ressurected. In this way death—as the moment of life's departure—is become present in each moment of each fading hour of each fading day, of each fading tenday, of each fading month, of each fading year, decade or century. And death is in all things—a mystery, a beauty to embrace for all eternity.

I swear my soul to you, Myrkul. I do Your bidding as I prepare for the arrival of the Lich of the Drumlin Hills, for he has touched Your precious crown. I do Your bidding by acting—as Your crusaders had done in the Year of the Adamantine Spiral. Together, N'thad D'hathek and I shall be the heralds of another 99-year-reich of the church of Myrkul—with the might of demons beneath our heels! I shall unite the power of the scepter & crown and become powerful like a god and worthy of your notice.

The fool, Animosus, has delivered the King's tear. He will travel here, and the powers of the Black Triad will be upon the bones of my fingertips! Myrkul, I thank thee for your servant, Animosus."