The party was at the tail end of running away from a powerful wizard we swam desperately to get away from her while she walked on top of the water , freezing it as she went as to keep us under the threat of being frozen underneath . My character drow rogue gives up , and feels herself sink as she prays for anything to help . A god Io basically whisks them away and offers an ultimatum devote your lives to me or cease to exist . One by one , each party member is convinced basically via debate to devote themselves , but then Io gets to the last guy gnome cleric . It ' s a tough one the cleric says that in his 400 years of life , he ' s finally learning to live for himself , not beholden to the demands of others . Io tries to convince him otherwiseYou saved your bard . Was that purely for yourself ? Were you not acting on the behalf of another ? And the gnome came back with sure , it was to help another . It wasn ' t self centered , but it was self directed . After more of this , Io admits that he can ' t convince him to devote himself , but it would have been an honor to have him . The gnome says something respectful I can ' t remember what , and proceeds to kill himself on the spot , as to not give the god the satisfaction . What made the whole ordeal so chilling was that , all throughout , talking to Io didn ' t feel like talking to a person , it felt like talking to a tidal wave no matter how much the characters went through in that moment , it was beyond insignificant .