Session Date: 10/11/2025 
Game Master: Rew
NARRATOR: The scene is the Tribunal Pit deep within Flaygallows shortly following the devastating cosmic event known as the Sundering. Ashriel, the Mourning Saint, once a triumphant leader of the Shadar-kai fascist movement, stands in heavy, arcane chains. His failed war against the Feywild and the Prime Material Plane has led him here to face the judgment of the Shadow Mother, Eilac.
KIMBEL CUTTER: Ashriel, your campaign of total annihilation is concluded. The ruin you visited upon the planes was paid for tenfold in the lives and resources of our people. Your ambition outstripped your ability, and your claim to be an instrument of the heaen is now exposed as blasphemous vanity.
ASHRIEL: Vanity? I gave the Shadow a true form! I gave the masses a purpose beyond their dreary servitude to your pathetic aristocracy! You speak of loss? We struck fear into the hearts of the mortals!
KIMBEL CUTTER: Your final punishment has been decreed by the Oracle-Council, with the full and unquestionable blessing of Eilac. It is a fitting end for a failure such as yourself.
NARRATOR: Kimbel Cutter produces a glowing, obsidian key, which he holds over a patch of floor that appears to be pure darkness. A vast, non-Euclidean opening begins to form in the stone beneath Ashriel.
KIMBEL CUTTER: You are being cast down into the Vault of Regret, a prison buried in the eternal depths beneath Flaygallows. It is not designed to inflict pain, but to enforce absolute non-existence. You will know only eternal silence and the perfect darkness of your defeat.
NARRATOR: Ashriel strains against his chains, his voice rising in fury.
ASHRIEL: This is a temporary measure, a delay! You think this pit can contain an ideology? You are a fool, Cutter! I taught them! I led them!
NARRATOR: The chains jerk violently, pulling Ashriel toward the swirling, silent void.
ASHRIEL: You cannot extinguish the fire I kindled! I have students, followers, those I cultivated in secret! My vengeance is already assured! One of my protogees. A faithful adherent to my righteous wrath will one day breach that Vault! They will not rest until I am free! And your head will be the offering!
NARRATOR: The chains pull Ashriel into the darkness of the Vault of Regret. The black opening snaps shut instantly, leaving the hall exactly as it was, save for the solitary figure of Kimbel Cutter.
KIMBEL CUTTER: (To himself, quietly) We shall see.