The Convergence of Unmaking
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A living being travels through the lands of the dead. How or why he came to be here is unknown and irrelevant; what concerns us is that he has quite unknowingly stumbled across an artifact whose power is far beyond his capacity for understanding. As he reaches out to touch the Ebon Skull, he is suddenly overwhelmed by debilitating fatigue and collapses to the floor, evoking a sickening crack as the bones that litter the floor here splinter and crack beneath his weight. He has ventured too far into this eldritch dimension, and the price for his transgression shall be his soul. But before he passes on into sweet Oblivion, He shall be educated. From the blackness that is all that remains of his consciousness, a terrible rasping whisper...
Ah, another mortal.
Seeking power, it is certain, and We can indeed teach you of power. Greater power than your repulsively insignificant mind can possibly fathom... the power of life and death. The power of Unlife.
This power that We offer comes at a price that few are willing to pay. But bide a moment, mortal, and We shall teach you some few things. You have earned that much at least; gaining an audience with Us has proven to be no small feat for those of your most pathetic ilk.
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The Convergence of Unmaking
You must know, firstly, of the Convergence of Unmaking. It is the unholy union of the Two: the morbid conflagration of Oblivion and the eternal devouring serpent of Entropy.
Oblivion
To be sure, you have heard of what mortals know as the Vortex, that central core of the void... that source of all life, matter, and energy--and most of what you know as "magic"--in your universe. It is equally sure that you have no knowledge of the existence of a black, twisted mirror of this Vortex... a counterclockwise unmaking... a quintessential purity of nothingness. An ultimate ending point, so to speak. The final state of all matter and energy, and the source of what is known to some as the Black Art, Necromancy. Quite simply, Oblivion. It is not a "place," as you understand that concept, and you have no conception of its true nature, though it is more closely tied to your perception of "time" than that of "space." All matter and energy changes, you see, and in so doing progresses toward a state of nonbeing--a state of Oblivion.
Entropy
Ah, the force Entropy. If not for Entropy's dark, sensuous caress, there would be no Oblivion of which to teach you. For Oblivion hungers, and it is Entropy which sates this hunger. Death and decay... the rotting to nothingness of all that is. All that shall, in time, no longer be. The fallen champion on the field of battle, the rusted blade, the once mighty tower which now crumbles to dust. The sable serpent who did beget the child Oblivion. All this, living one. All this is Entropy.
Undeath
Entropy makes its all-pervading presence felt in your world in many ways. Perhaps the most reviling to your kind are those manifestations of Entropic force known as the Undead. Once mortal beings like yourself, they passed into Oblivion and were found to have certain... qualities... desirable to the force of Entropy... which did suit them to the state of Undeath. Thus these immortal beings were sent back unto the world of the living in that form. Most Undead are what you might call "mad," having retained no trace of sanity in the transformation to undeath. The most powerful, and somewhat less insane, serve Us directly, and have no compunction whatsoever about sending their less cognizant brothers back to Oblivion, should the need arise.
Eternity
The Convergence of Unmaking, mortal, is eternal, knowing neither beginning nor end; it is the compulsion for all that exists to progress toward a state of ceasing to exist. Our followers see that this is the natural order of your universe, and act as agents of the force of Entropy in order to feed Oblivion. They have found that if one serves the Convergence through Us, We have much to offer in return. We shall accept only the most able of mortals into our cold embrace, and they know that their true place is within Oblivion, where they alone shall exist, undying, when all is consigned unto it. They are immortal.
And now, mortal, let Us see if you are of the worthy...