Role

Chapter 2

Waking, eyes blurry, he finds an old crone poking at him with a
stick. She rolls him over in shallow water. His wounded face
presses into the silt and darkness overwhelms him.

She is a witch, a homeless hag, Magdra. She tends to his wounds.
Though she knows the spells of transmutation she does not remove
the scars from his face. She has a love for the outcasts, the cripples,
and the especially the disfigured. Once healed she paints a skull
over the scarring and names him Death. Death because he came to
her near it. As time passed the name remained. He would eat any
frog that crossed his path, and empathy was never in his eyes.