A horde of monsters is sweeping up from the coast, killing everyone they find. A few who were cut down by those monstrous claws were offered a guiding hand back to life, and now seek to find the source of the things which killed their families.
As I lay in blissful nothing, I found myself in a dream. What a thing, to dream while dead! I remembered the foul claws and murderous eyes of the monster that killed me. There was a kind of peace to knowing that the end had come. And then, in my death-dream, a powerful woman appeared. She was beautiful and inspired me with wonder. She did not speak, but held out her palm, fingers lightly bent as though beckoning to me. I thought at first it was my goddess Seredozhia.
When I took that hand, a searing pain coursed through my soul, body and mind. All was agony! And then I awoke, alone among my slaughtered family, still wet with blood from my gaping wounds.
I do not now know who that woman was, but I am certain it was no angel of my goddess.
Charles Fenimore, merchant
GM: Paige Andrews
System: D&D 3.5