So it is that our souls on death cross the Veil, to be claimed by our gods and find an eternal home in the strongholds of the human deities, or the fey realms of elven gods. There we rest, and lend our strength to the Immortal beings we served in life. A chosen few, some say, greatest of soul and spirit, may be chosen to be born again into this Mortal Realm, to champion their god once more. For ordinary mortals, the most we can hope is to serve well and earn the protection of the gods. The manner of such worship varies widely: dwarves with their stern rituals, ogres and their grand feasts, greenhides and their gifts of blood and battle. I wander the world in search of a god to inspire this passion in me and to devote myself to, in the hope of earning a place in eternity.