The Journals of Sparrowhawk
A great black cloud lies thick within the sky, stretching as far as the eye can see in every direction. Just enough light is now allowed through to view the devastation beneath as a once proud city now lies in utter ruins. A blanket of soot and ash slowly smothers what life still lives. As you look up a great, if ethereal, figure of a bearded man appears above the top of the great peak and a great, booming voice utters: “You have been punished for your arrogance. Do not think you could ever decipher our will. Now, what few of you remain must earn our forgiveness.