There existed one last member of the bandit crew. He stood in the way of our egress.

He did not hear our approach.

We looted the corpses. We looted the graves. The dead have no need for the tools of the living.

I found books. Books of the gods.

They may have been forgotten. They may have been useless. But they sparked my interest.

I am a conduit of power for the gods. It would be foolish to discard information.

The Unclaimed - the story of a priestess. She worshiped the Lady of Loss, Shar, the goddess of the moonless night. She sacrificed everything for her faith. Her beliefs. Ultimately, even her memory was discarded for a greater purpose.

The only thing left to her was her passion. The belief she was a part of something greater than herself. She was its servant.

Blind faith.

The story did not end with her death.

She arrived at Death's domain. Her goddess should claim her soul. She would be rewarded for her actions. Her life.

She stood at the Wall of the Faithless.

She waited.

Shar never came.

Her soul cried in torment. Her sense of self rotted to nothing.

Her eternal reward was not thanks. Not appreciation. Not even continued servitude.

It was knowledge, and experience, that the pain of forgetting everything she once was paled next to the pain of having been forgotten entirely.

Perhaps I am walking this path. I have no memory.

The urges within me fit what I know of Shar. She is a goddess of greed. And loss. And destruction.

Perhaps it is wise to keep my former faith obscure. To not push too deeply. To wonder overmuch.

I shall look after my own interests. My own concerns. Worry not for some higher power. Some higher cause.

In death, I would have only myself to blame.

Not the abandonment of one I trusted.

Death & Divinity: A Godly Guide - Death is a powerful force. Too powerful for even a single god.

The ultimate, the changing of state from living to dead, needs an overseer. Even as the causes sheer away and merge together anew.

Jergal, the Lord of the End of Everything, held this position. Until he grew bored.

He relinquished his responsibility to three younger deities: Bhaal, Bane, and Myrkul.

Myrkul oversaw death.

Bhaal, the most cruel forms. Murder incarnate.

Bane... was there.

Jergal, his duties passed on, had finally freed himself.

This temple must have belonged to Jergal in the past. This is the second mention of his importance.

There is one final warning in the book.

Everyone can die. Even the gods. Those closest to death should keep this close to mind above all others.

I wonder if this was left for me. To caution me from my urges. Lest I fall prey to their darkness. Their consequences.