- Honour your debts. You cannot be taken when you have a score left unsettled, as it will not be Death who has ownership of you. Not yet. Many have found this a helpful little loophole, but the reaper has its long fingers (twelve on each hand) in many pies and it will make you regret wasting its time.
- Choose your own grave. It is for the best not to leave yourself open to the whims of others. Who knows what will find you and what, in their boundless charity, they would do with your body. The wizard would have your skull, branded and inscribed, the Brides would have your heart for they cannot find love in their own. Giants would use your bones to divine the future and the gods would use your flesh to bind their books.
- Paint your face with blood. Whether or not it is your own is up to you but it will, for a time, fool the old buzzard. But beware, a mask of blood will no doubt attract other faceless things. They would have you share in their festivities.
- Mark the bottoms of your feet with sigils. With ink or honey, whatever may be at your disposal. There are words that will prevent you from entering the realms of the dead, keeping you anchored here. But once you’ve written yourself full of these words, here is where you will stay for all of eternity.
- There are deals that can be made. Death is not above such things, it has needs of its own to be met. Not with possessions, gold and silver, no certainly not. But what is a dance or a fingernail to you, who has so much to lose?
- Keep away from coins. Yes, this may sound silly and impossible, but hard metal is the price for a ferry ride and they’d slip neatly into your eyes if you were caught with them. Death can be tricky, when it likes to be, and if you aren’t paying attention, it will happily pay your fare for you.
- Do not listen to it’s song. It’s voice, high and croaking, will call to you and for a moment, you will find it familiar. It may use the voices of those you love, pleading for you to stop running, to come and join them. Death is the great manipulator, do not be fooled by its pretty words.
- Do not go gently. Bare your bloody teeth and sharpen your claws in preparation for its coming. Death will not be kind to you, it will steal you away and trap you in the endless nothingness that is Itself. Tear at it, keep your dignity, spill the blood of Death onto the green grass, let it spray across your skin, deep red and hot. Let it know just exactly what kind of creature it has come for and what, indeed, it shall get.
raccoon shopkeeper with a blue hat!
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