"No." She deadpanned. "You would cease to be. Your counterpart would also vanish as would everyone else."

"WWWWOOOOOOWWW!!!" War Scribe gasped openly, "THE ULTIMATE WAY TO DIE!!! NON-EXISTENCE!!! COOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLL!!!"

Death just shook her head.

"What?!" War Scribe held up her hands, "You make it sound like Death by non-existence is a bad thing!"

"Non-existence. It would be as if you never were. The universe would be devoid of life and I would be out of a job." Death muttered under breath.

"Really?!" War Scribe exclaimed in pure disbelief, "Well, let me ask you this question: If you can't be death any more, Death, then what would you do for a living?"

"I was never alive to begin with, War Scribe. I just am." Death groaned.

"Noooo! You missed my pun," War Scribe responded in pure glee, "I am asking you as 'Death' what you would do for a living. Get it?"

Shaking her head again, "Maybe you should go and record history. Either go back to the Shadow Fell...wait on second thought, maybe you should acquire some of the Elven knowledge from East Port. You know for brownie points with Validor. I'm sure he would be grateful having another collection added to the Great Library."

"Silly!" War Scribe gave Death a playful shove, "I just can't walk into someone's library and demand that they give me their books. First, I must be summoned. Second, the owner of the collection must give me their full consent for me to take them. Then--AND ONLY THEN--can I add a collection of books to The Great Library. Believe it or not, Validor has rules to which I must abide."

"Meh." Death shrugged, "Just taking a guess but I've heard from the recently deceased from East Port that its quite worthy of the Great Library."

"I'm sure it is!" War Scribe waved her off, "I'm not saying its not worthy of being added to The Great Library. I'm just saying that for me to go get it I would need the consent of the Head Librarian to do it. And I doubt that is going to happen because if it does then he will be out of a job."

"Nah. Elves are meticulous, War Scribe. Take away the older stories and they'll replace it with new ones." Death went over to her ledger again. A few more names appeared, "Well, I've got work to do. You know the way out."

"Hey! Don't I get a good-bye hug?!" War Scribe opened her arms with an incredulous look upon her face.

Death walked over and gave the chronicler a hug. "Until next time."

"You give such nice warm hugs!" War Scribe cooed as she held her best friend--and maybe her ONLY friend--in all existence, "MMMMMMMMMM!"

Reluctantly, The Chronicler released Death and returned back to The Realm of Dungeons and Dragons!