Under The Stones

Welcome, young Reaper, to the rest of your existence. Fret not, for in this world fraught with sin and instability, you, yes you! Are all that stands between the living, the dead and unspeakable chaos! As a Reaper, it is your duty to seek out the souls of the dead and escort them into the afterlife, a realm known to its people as Under The Stones. While Reapers are known to call this place home most frequently, we boast a great and diverse number of species all brought here by our charming, undead escorts, Wraiths, Banshees, Does and Halflings all flourish here under the watchful eye of the Mother, She Who Sees All and the Last Reaper On High. Worry not about the whisperings of rebellion, as those who entertain them will be quickly quashed- Keep faith in the Mother, for she will keep you safe!   The world of the dead, damned, and the passthrough for those who are somewhere in between, Under the Stones has existed as long as man has existed, and perhaps, if you believe the stories, even longer. Those who populate the cities and towns that once sat tall and proud in the mortal world are called Reapers- Tasked with the never-ending duty of seeking out and carrying souls to the afterlife. While many of them take their duty willingly, unflinching in their loyalty to designation and task, still others surrounded by crumbling stone and stricken with their lot in life seek something better, turning to old stories, prophecies and books torn and burned by the long standing regime and seeking out the manifestation of these tales in the hopes of finally achieving the promised eden Under the Stones once was. These seekers, defilers of the crown and outlaws against their own kinds to follow in the footprints of the Stag gather under the banner of the Cackling Buck, their overgrown and destroyed hiding places free of the magic that once gathered there, once made them great. Small, roving bands of them gather with a like goal, to find one of the fabled Reapers On High and restore them to their position, seeking them in the spaces of Purgatory, Earth, and Under the Stones itself- but their task is maligned in the public eyes, antithetical to what it means to be "Reaper" and seeking to overthrow that which they have come to know- Perhaps your band will be the one to succeed where so many others failed, names carved into stone and titles long forgotten by those who they mattered to the most. Perhaps your God is the one that still remains, And perhaps the time has come for them to finally return.   But that all depends on you, and who you choose to surround yourself with in this twisted landscape of what once was, and what soon will be. Will you take the throne and dash it on the ground at your feet? Or will you hand it to a new King or Queen in the prayer that their reign will be kinder?