Three brothers, travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight, reached a deep, treacherous river, too dangerous to wade or swim across. However, learned in the craftmanship arts, the brothers simply got some supplies and made a bridge. They then proceeded to cross. Halfway across the bridge, a hooded figure, dressed all in black, stood before them. It was the enraged spirit of Death, and he felt cheated. Death cunningly pretended to congratulate them on their skills. He then proceeds to award them each a gift of their own choosing...

 The eldest (a combative man) asked for a weapon, more powerful than any in existence. Death granted his wish by fashioning the Dragonbane sword (a one-handed sword made of steel, found deep in the Hellvelen Temple).

The second brother (an arrogant man) chose to further humiliate Death, and asked to gain the power to recall loved ones from the grave. Death granted his wish by crafting the Stone Of Ressurection, from a magical stone, hand picked from Death’s ring.

The third brother (a wise and most humble man) did not trust Death, and so asked for something to enable him to go forth without Death being able to follow him. A reluctant Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own hood of life.

 The three brothers took their prizes and soon went on their separate ways.

The eldest brother travelled to a village where a thug who he had once fought with lived. He picked a fight with the thief, using the Dragonbane sword, killing him instantly. Leaving his enemy dead on the ground, the brother walked into a bar, not too far from where the man was mustered, and spent the night there. Drunk with the power and glory the sword had brought him, he boasted of his invincibility. That very night, a staff member, disgusted of the eldest brothers actions, crept into his room as he slept, and stabbed the brother with his own sword. That was when Death took the first brother.

The second brother returned to his home in the forest where he lived alone. Turning the stone five time in the palm of his hand, the figure of his beloved little sister appeared at once before him, much to his delight. Yet she was cold and sad, for she did not belong in the mortal world. Finally, she disappeared. The second brother, driven mad with hopeless belonging, hung himself from his house’ balcony, so as to truly be with her. That was when Death took the second brother from his own.