Lore
Undying, the Almighty DirgeHow long has it been since he lost his name? The torn ruin of his mind no longer knows.
Dimly he recalls armor and banners and grim-faced kin riding at his side. He remembers a battle: pain and fear as pale hands ripped him from his saddle. He remembers terror as they threw him into the yawning pit of the Dead God alongside his brothers, to hear the Dirge and be consumed into nothingness. In the darkness below, time left them. Thought left them. Sanity left them. Hunger, however, did not. They turned on each other with split fingernails and shattered teeth. Then it came: distant at first, a fragile note at the edge of perception, joined by another, then another, inescapable and unending. The chorus grew into a living wall of sound pulsing in his mind until no other thought survived. With the Dirge consuming him, he opened his arms to the Dead God and welcomed his obliteration. Yet destruction was not what he'd been chosen for. The Dead God demanded war. In the belly of the great nothing, he was granted a new purpose: to spread the Dirge across the land, to rally the sleepless dead against the living. He was to become the Undying, the herald of the Dead God, to rise and fall and rise again whenever his body failed him. To trudge on through death unending, that the Dirge might never end.
Dimly he recalls armor and banners and grim-faced kin riding at his side. He remembers a battle: pain and fear as pale hands ripped him from his saddle. He remembers terror as they threw him into the yawning pit of the Dead God alongside his brothers, to hear the Dirge and be consumed into nothingness. In the darkness below, time left them. Thought left them. Sanity left them. Hunger, however, did not. They turned on each other with split fingernails and shattered teeth. Then it came: distant at first, a fragile note at the edge of perception, joined by another, then another, inescapable and unending. The chorus grew into a living wall of sound pulsing in his mind until no other thought survived. With the Dirge consuming him, he opened his arms to the Dead God and welcomed his obliteration. Yet destruction was not what he'd been chosen for. The Dead God demanded war. In the belly of the great nothing, he was granted a new purpose: to spread the Dirge across the land, to rally the sleepless dead against the living. He was to become the Undying, the herald of the Dead God, to rise and fall and rise again whenever his body failed him. To trudge on through death unending, that the Dirge might never end.
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| Heroes | 20px|link=Dark Willow|class=noprint Dark Willow |
| Gods | The Dead God |
- "Dirge" is both an unending song, as well as Undying's name.[1]
- Like other followers of the Dead God, Dirge likely wears the armor of his former nation, before he was turned into undead.[2]
- Mireska has stolen valuable burial items that were once interred with Undying, and refuse to give them back.[3]
Friendships and rivalries[]
Allies meeting Undying
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r The Undying will sing of my reign. - ▶️
r Undying, don't order Axe around and we'll get along just fine. - ▶️ r Ah, Undying, we'll make a ghastly crew.
- ▶️ ▶️ r I think there are better ways to do it, Undying, but to each his own.
- ▶️ ▶️ r Undying? Yeah, me too.
- ▶️ r Undying! Simpatico!
Enemies killing Undying
- ▶️ To thy Dead God go.
- ▶️ Even rancid blood pleases the Twins.
- ▶️ Undying, your death is ready.
- ▶️ What a miserable thing Undying is.
- ▶️ Undying. Oh! Even the word gives me shivers.
- ▶️ In you, the great wheel is broken.
- ▶️ Undying, I return you to the cycle of life.
- ▶️ You were an abomination to the great cycle.
- ▶️ ▶️ Shush. Corpses don't speak.
- ▶️ ▶️ And stay dead.
- ▶️ ▶️ Never trust the dead.
- ▶️ Two legged freak!
- ▶️ Undying, you're a source of endless…amusement.
- ▶️ Dirge, your life isn't worth a song.
- ▶️ ▶️ r You've forgotten your life. None will remember your death.
- ▶️ ▶️ r He seemed to die just fine to me.
- ▶️ I'll pick my teeth with your bones.
- ▶️ It seems the insects have been eating you for some time already.
- ▶️ Ahaha, the undying is dead.
- ▶️ No choice cuts here, this meat's gone a bit off.
- ▶️ You can look but don't touch. Come to think of it, don't look either.
- ▶️ You make me want to hurl.
- ▶️ Undying is not undying.
- ▶️ ▶️ ▶️ You were a lost soul.
- ▶️ ▶️ ▶️ For a thing named Undying, you look awfully dead.
- ▶️ ▶️ ▶️ Undying? More likes Keeps-dying.
- ▶️ Death comes for the deathless.
- ▶️ The Dirge will stop.
- ▶️ Herp derp Dirge.
- ▶️ Undying, they called you. That's a laugh. Aha ha!
Others
- ▶️ r Tombstone is the word I see engraved upon your tombstone.
