Death floated about the Realm as usual until her biggest fan literally dropped dead at her feet again. The Chronicler of Validor, War Scribe lay there for a moment before her spirit sat up. Death shook her head in disbelief, "That was quick."

"Quicker than usual I must confess," War Scribe admitted with a mischievous grin, "But it was OH so worth it!" The Drowling looked wistfully into Death's eyes and gushed, "I think I'm in looooovvvveeee!"

Death rolled her eyes slowly at the Chronicler and sat down watching the whole scene in the Shadow Fell. The battle was intense as she watched it for a bit before continuing. "War Scribe, if your intention was to record the events here in the Shadow Fell, they would be omitted. Validor was specifically asked to erase this unsavory character from the Great Library."

"No kidding!" War Scribe shook her head in pure disbelief, "Why would he want to do that?! I mean, just look at him! Isn't he just the dreamiest hunk of evil you ever laid eyes upon?"

"Some beings are so evil that nothing sates their quest for ultimate power. The Shadow Man is one such being. Some time ago, I was asked to find a place where the Shadow Man was to be forgotten. The Shadow Fell, the realm of the dead. The funny thing is that the very place where I suggested he be placed and imprisoned happened to be there. What I didn't expect was that the Shadow Man was capable of such daring feats of siphoning the fell magic from the Black Gate. That gate links the Shadow Fell to the Hells, specifically to Orcus, the Demon Lord of the Undead." Death shook her head again.