A monochrome “photo negative” landscape of a desolate and broken country. Seven immense thrones before you, and seven giants in hooded robes upon the thrones. The only features you can make out are mouths and chins; some strong, some weak, some kind, some cruel.

You recount the story of your life honestly as you remember it, and the story of your death (very accurately indeed). They have questions for you…

The Journals of Sister Azar Blue, Paladin