Death Trip

Xander, devout follower of Pelor, was not prepared for this end.
He was told, and he fully believed, that his soul would be taken up in the Heavenly Realms of the Sun Father.

This was not heaven. Far from it.
Around him he saw no light, only shadows and darkness.
His very Soul felt cold and betrayed.
To his amazement he could move around, traveling this ghostly realm.

He entered an enormous enclosed space.
Darkness crept away from him and shadows grew lighter.
Overhead stalagtites hung, around him several rocks and blocks are strewn about.
And across the vast grotto a metal lattice stood.
The tower rose a full 200 feet high, and adorning it were more than a hundred heads.
Human, Elven, Dwarven and Orc, Gnome and Giants heads as well. He even saw a few Dragon heads on spikes.
As he stood watching in horror, a background noise faded. The low humming stopped and a large scythe-wielding figure, astride a Nightmarish warhorse galloped straight at him.

Fearful, Xander fled back through the mountain. A gigantic warhammer slammed into the ground next to him, and the Cleric came to halt in a large room.
A throne-room to be exact.
Awestruck, Xander eyed the throne's occupant; a dual-axe wielding Giant.

Seconds later, the Four Horsemen burst the walls and a crackling scythe came down onto Xander Keegan's neck.


Through a sacred casting by Gurin Mirth, he entered the land of the Living.
Screaming his lungs out.


A last image now stuck itself in his brain.
It seemd, Death himself hunted him.. .. and wants his head.. ..impaled..on a stake..