#And Yzare as Moros ( the doom of death )

[illithilit]

Bhaal became the god of murder, as we know, and Yzare is the metaphorical rib from beneath his breast. But she isn't contented with just being his greatest creation, his plaything to be used when and how he pleases; she wants her own power, her own glory. She wants to swallow him whole, consume his essence, erase him from the minds of anyone who ever knew him. He is murder. But she is death, more pure than he was. She is the fear when you hear the howling of wolves alone in the forest at night. The panic you feel when you realize the food you just ate was poisoned. The inevitable creeping of the cold shadow behind you that neither cares for you, nor heads your pleas.

Kelemvor is the inevitable peace and calm of death, but Yzare is the inevitable hunt death takes up upon your heel. She will never surpass him without his destruction, but oddly.... She feels a sort of cosmic peace about that knowledge; he is the one death who she will allow herself to be lesser than.