Location: No Horsing Around, The Cold Hand of Death, Triple Threat?, Princess-napped, Into the Void..., A Bridge Forms, Ghoulidays Boss
No Horsing Around / The Cold Hand of Death
Death: Has it ever occurred to you that maybe the reason I've been so busy is because the dead have been rising from the grave?
Death: With so many necromancers running around these days, it's almost impossible to keep a set schedule.
Death: Which, speaking of, don't you owe me one or two?
Death: That will be enough out of you. Back to the Void you go!
Death: She may not leave! And you aren't exactly in a position to be asking for more favors...
Death: STOP! THESE BEAST ARE NOT FOR THE LIKES OF YOU!
Death: HOW DID YOU GET PAST MY GATE GUARD?
Death: IF YOUR CHIKENCOW GOD WANTS ONE OF MY CREATURES, HE WILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME.
Death: YOU SHALL NOT PASS!
Death: It's not your time yet, boy, but the girl must come with me.
Death: Friend? Death knows no friends, only time. And her's is up.
Death: This is a favor you can't cash in commoner.
Into the Void...
Death: Foolish boy, I told you, it is not your time. Why would you venture into Death's Realm?
Death: Hahahaha, had to?
Death: Unless I have pulled your soul to become part of my collection, then you did not have to. You've risked your very life to follow me.
Death: "Her"? Do you even know her name, mortal?
Death: Death knows no friends, no debts. Time is the only that counts. Her soul is mine now, boy, and a mortal such as yourself cannot change that.
Death: Too many souls have been stolen from my grasp lately and I will not let this one go.
Death: Is that a challenge, mortal? Hahaha, if you're that insistent, then we can play a game.
Death: If you win, you can take your friend and go back to the land of living. If I win, then her soul is mine... and so is yours.
Death: Hahaha, as you wish, boy. I prefer chess, but the ages have seen other contests attempted in a bid to escape my grasp.
Death: Whether you choose chess or checkers, a golden fiddle or Twister, I shall have two souls for the price of one.
Death: As you wish.
Death: Where do I want to go?
Death: I think you mean cats
Death: What?! NO!
Death: I demand a rematch!
Death: A necromancer?
Death: Go then, hero, and rid the world of one more soul-stealing magician.
Death: Know this though, we will meet again and, next time, I choose the game.
A Bridge Forms
Death: Halt! Who are you to invade my Realm? To disturb the Peace of the Grave?
Death: The dead are beyond the concerns of the living. No one approaches them save with my permission!
Death: Heroes don't usually ASK permission.
Death: I've never had the chance to just say "yes" or "no." It's always "STAND ASIDE, DEATH" or "I'LL VANQUISH YOU, DEATH!"
Death: Heroes never stop to think that maybe I don't WANT to battle them. That maybe I do favors because Death can be kind.
Death: Yes, child. If you ever have the opportunity to resist, do not go gentle into that good knight.
Death: Sir Vival is a wonderful administrator of the Underworld, but he's not very kind to the newly dead.
Death: But I digress. WHY is it that you must venture into my Realm? Whom do you seek?
Death: Helping others is a noble cause. I commend you. I will grant your request.
Death: Look inside yourself. Blood calls to blood. Blood is and was, and ever will be. You are connected to your kin.
Death: Sense her, and she will appear. Go now, and find her. You will be welcome in my Realm, young one.
Death: Just because I'm Death, doesn't mean I can't take a day off.
Death: Little vacation never killed anyone. I can have fun.
Death: You can't spell slaughter without laughter.
Death: Now, clear out the beach and pack the remains, I need to grab another drink.
Alternative Image (without scythe)
-- Stephen Nix for shop, quest, general info, dialogue and correction.
-- Voodoo Master for location, dialogue and correction.
-- Occavatra for alternative image
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