"The Swamp you traveled through created her. One for you and each of your companions, though I've already taken all but one of the others. Now that she's killed you, I daresay that compulsion is over with and you both can get on with your lives...?" Death looked questioningly at War Scribe. "Or are you still under the impression that you could only die if Zak here died too? I assure you that your immortality is unlinked to hers. You'll both be meeting me again.""WHAT!!!" squealed War Scribe in joyful delight as she got to her feet and proceeded to jump up and down in a circle like a kangaroo on steroids, "YOU MEAN, THAT I CAN KILL MYSELF OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND MEET YOU EACH TIME!!! THIS IS GREAT!!! THIS IS WONDERFUL!!! GIVE ME A HUG, OH DEATH OF MY DREAMS!!!" And with that the Dark Elf Chronicler rushed over to Death, pushing the Lorekeeper out of her way, and gave her idol a crushing bear hug of love before turning her loose!
The effect of this news was different for Zak than it was for War Scribe...Zak looked like she'd swallowed a lemon. "You mean I have to live the rest of my pennance with my nemesis running loose and unable to die herself?!"
"That's for Validor to decide," Death said. "I have a feeling he's going to want to have a little chat with you both. Don't ask me why-- I don't dictate where you go, I just take you there and tell you silly jokes on the way....come along!"
"OF COURSE, OH LOVELY AND NOBLE DEATH!!!" screeched War Scribe obediently, following along much like a helpless little puppy attached to an invisible leash.
