IMMORTALITY
You claim your place as master ofthe Shadowfell, a dark and mysterious figure ofuncertain loyalties commanding a region in the Shadowfell as absolute ruler, monarch ofnight, and prince ofdarkness.
Shadow's Price: Your interests in the Shadowfell have only grown over your long career and in return, you learn to tap into its grim power to augment your other capabilities. Dabbling in dark forces exacts a dread price from you, for you have paled and grown thin-the cost ofembracing the darkness.
During the last conflict with your enemy, you pulled out all the stops, using every tool at your dis· posal to win the day, but in doing so, you cemented the Shadowfell's hold over your soul. When the battle ends, as your achievements begin to sink in, mist wells up from the ground around you in Silvery tendrils, wrapping chill fingers around your legs, crawling up your torso until it shrouds you completely. As qUickly as the mists appeared, though, so do they vanish and when they do, they take you with them.
The Shadowfell's price is to stake a claim on your soul and to demand you spend eternity as a Darklord, a ruler of the gloomy plane. The plane manifests a realm suited to your accomplishments and failures. prodUCing a darkly twisted realm that for you is both frightening and comforting, and that reflects all that you have done as a mortal and laying the foundation for what you will do as an immortal. Thus you spend the remainder ofyour days as an architect ofgood or evil, as you decide.