Jerico and Mynas stood alone in the radiant void, but not for long. In an empty world they couldn’t explain how the figure reached them without their noticing, but that didn’t change the fact that he was only a handful of steps from them when their eyes settled upon him.
The steward of Eltan looked the same as he did when they last saw him in the city in the swamp. Except now, instead of the stern and unwavering expression he wore before the corners of his lips were now slightly upturned, as if he was holding back a laugh. He came to a stop before them and turned his eyes to the soul reservoir above them…
“This thing has been at the heart of the afterlife for as long as the afterlife has existed. Yet, now, thousands of years later it changes everything. We cannot go back to the way things were, but at the same time we cannot change the rules. Mortals cannot know of the threat that lies here. The impact of their collective imaginations could be disastrous.”
Returning his eyes to Jerico he quickly gets to the point. “As I said to you before, you exist outside of the rules. That which binds us has no hold on you. And so I must ask, would you be willing to accept the burden of protecting this place? Keeping it from those that would strive to use it for unspeakable ends? You would not be alone, there are… loopholes I can use to provide you with some help, additional departed who desire the same thing in death as I do now. But you would be unique and your existence would be far from the one you once knew.”
Giving the swordmage a moment to contemplate his choice the steward locked his gaze on Minas. “For you I have another request. Your soul contains a touch of chaos that can never be satisfied here in the afterlife. There is nothing for you in this existence built to remain as static as possible. And so I would have you pursue the nameless shaman. There are some souls that one would be advised to not consume, and a construct of Chedi is one of them. He now wanders the infinite afterlives, warring with himself. If he can come to terms with who and what he is now he could be a valuable ally. That is, if the conflict doesn’t cause him to implode before then. Would you follow him? There will come a time when he will need your aid if he is to survive this. And you, with a touch of chaos in your soul is the closest to a kindred spirit one can come to with someone with a touch of Chedi in their soul.”
Taking both of the heroes in with his gaze the steward waiting for their responses. One thing was certain; the afterlife would never be the same.