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As he stood by the open window of his solar, he heard the clinking footsteps of his end. Looking out on the night sky, the stars looked down on him ever watching his execution as they had watched the death of all the past Thanatos'. Pondering away the past of his long, long life the footsteps came to a halt at the open solar door behind him.
"I remember watching you trainning", he said out of the silence, "You where such a good fighter... You have grown much over this time and now it is time for you to take what is yours." Turning, he stared the man dead in the eyes. He was a young man, an age of mid-twentys perhaps, grey hair covered one of his eyes that had a black eye tattoo around them. Mythrill shin guards and leggings, black gloves with golden bracers, a button-up shirt and blue eyes with the pale skin of Skaal. He had a defiant look on his face, not a look of hate, more of determanation. "Are you ready for this, boy?" Ragnr said whilst straightening himself.
"Are you?" the young man returned. The young man reached forward at Ragnr and a black cloud appeared surrounding his hand and elongated, until finaly fading showing a long silver blade engraved with a long dead script. Pointing the tip at Ragnr he said with a strong voice "Kneel, and have your peace. The Gods call you."
"hmph...indeed they do Son."
Walking over to Ragnr he steped behind the now knelt old man.
"Any last things to say before you die?"
"...Tell your sister and mother I love them very much. Ah yes, and tell Lord Manny he still had to beat me in a fight, I await that in the afterlife."
"Very well...Father"
And just then, as quick as any flash of lightning, the blade that had been held above Ragnrs head, dived down threw his neck, past the spine and spearing his heart. With his free hand, the young man grabed Ragnrs head and a black aura spewed out only to be gatherd by the hand. A great wind enterd the solar and blew like a storm.
Finaly settling, the aura all gathered, the limp body of a dead Thanatos, a clean death for an unclean man.
The young man took the blade from his Father and dropping it, the blade vanished. Holding his Father from falling, he called for the servents to take and ready the body for the buerial.

Out in the frozen forests of Skaal, a patch of land was disturbed. One man stood by the earth and murmured in a low horse voice "Here lies Thanatos XIV, Thanatos Ragnr. May the Gods keep his soul well"
A light then shone from the night sky upon the young man, basking him in a fighnt red glow and a voice boomed from the heavens
"The old Thanatos is dead and has served us well. Let the new Thanatos serve as well, if not better then the last. And so I Regnor, Head of The Three, proclaim the new Thanatos, Thanatos Bowe. Son of Thanatos Ragnr and his Love, tha Lady Kida. Go forth and serve your Gods!"
The light faded as the last word was sounded. The new Thanatos left in the dark with the eyes of the stars ever watching him, as they have watched the lives of the past Thanatos'.
"....Thanatos Bowe....hmph...sounds good."