PASSENGERS

On the riverbanks of Limbo, one can peer through the slits of their burial mask to just make out the glow on the other side of the watery divide. Simply a boat ride away lies eternal bliss. It is known by many names, but for now “Afterlands” will suffice.

These lands, however, are not for you. Nor for your peers. You are charged with the simple task of ferrying those deserving to the safety of the golden shores beyond. Maybe, someday, you will be able to join them. But only when your debt is deemed repaid.

There is, however, a promise of a shortcut. Dark whispers have let you know that, if enough demons can be smuggled into the Afterlands, a new order will be established. An order that will, hand on black heart, allow you into the heavenly lands much faster. If all the ages you have served as a Soul Guie, no such offer has ever been presented. So you wonder, would you ever be persuaded to take the deal