Dungeon World

GM: Sparrow, as the knife blade disappears into your guts,
the world fades away and you stand before the Black
Gates of Death. Among the throngs of suffering souls,
you spot Lord Hwyn, that sickly cur. It looks like all his
ill deals caught up with him at last. He spots you across
the bleak gulf and you feel the chill of his hunger in your
very soul. Take your Last Breath.
Sparrow: Heavy. I got a 9.
GM: Death appears to you, wisps of black cloth dancing
around his shadowy form. A pale hand touches your
face. You hear his voice in your mind. “Come to me so
soon, pretty Sparrow? You follow a river of souls, sent
here by your blade. I do so love you for them. I’ll return
you to the world, but you must make me a promise. In
shadow you dwell, so shadow you shall become. Shun
the light of day forever or find a quick trip back to my
company. What do you say, little thief?”
Sparrow: (gulp)
75