Akuji. (Bit of an intro to an old character of mine.)

     Akuji shifted slightly in his seat, feeling the undead eye of the high priest fall on him. He shook his head slightly as the gaze passed, and resumed pouring over the days tomes. The tomes, filled cover to cover by the churches seekers, were an eerie peek into the private lives of those the servants of Jergal added to the annals of the dead each day. Akuji nodded, finding a crucial piece of information amongst hundreds of useless details the seeker had gathered: the man’s god. In a stroke of grim irony, as Akuji would put it, the deceased venerated Kelemvor. With this bit, it was simple work to discern the man’s destination in the next life, the final piece of a small but personal puzzle constructed by each and every scrivener of the dead. Reaching for the next tome, Akuji blinked in surprise, as he always did, to find the stack empty, and his scrolls full. Ah, the curse of those who enjoy their duty, He thought. Akuji reached into his robe, withdrawing a small pouch, the contents of which were sprinkled upon the scrolls he had filled tirelessly the day through. "And thus, the end draws near." This was said with the usual slight, fulfilled smile, even as his white scrivening gloves were soiled by ash and bone dust.

     "Well done, Akuji." Akuji looked up, startled, as the undead priest, the master scribe of the temple personally collected his scrolls. The high priest was a generally kind man, despite his appearance, which would seem to indicate otherwise. The left side of his face had been long since blown away, revealing bone and teeth, his eye replaced with an unnerving magical eye with a piercing gaze. The eternal grin on the left side of his face, coupled with wrinkled and aged appearance the man gave himself via magic made for a face seemingly full of malice. Akuji, lost in the rumors surrounding the priest, heard nothing until the word "Reassigned" came up. "Wait, what sir?" Akuji asked, surprised once again. "Reassigned, Akuji. His lords temple in Thay has seen fit to send one of our own to an isle apparently missing a proper scrivener. You are to depart at once. Hold out your hand." Akuji, still processing what he had been told held out his hand dimly, blinking. The high priest reached out with a skeletal hand, pressing his fingertips to Akuji's palm. Searing white pain shot through Akuji's arm to the shoulder, for a brief moment, before he snatched his hand away, clutching his wrist. "Congratulations", the priest uttered, dropping a scroll on Akuji's desk and striding away. Akuji's left hand now bore an odd, faintly glowing scar in the shape of a jawless skull. Accompanied with his right, with bore a scar shaped as a scroll, also created through magical, albeit painful means, he was now marked as a proper priest of Jergal, The Forgotten One. Still dumbfounded, Akuji stood, gathering his pack, and made his way to his room in the temple, where he secured his few important belongings, a large scythe and a magical quill chief among them, and left the temple, too excited to be worried.