The Tribunal
The Tribunal, as the name suggests, is and entity of three parts, each with their unique approach to gatekeeping the afterlife. They dwell in great towers that loom over the grey sands of Manto, where the souls of the dead gather and wait to be judged. As they form their line, Librarians record the memories of each soul and representatives of any entities a Mortal may have served in life come to claim them.
The Judge is the aspect of judgement, trial, order, and the dead. They preside over the souls as they approach, wielding the scale that weighs the weight of their memory against that of a feather. This makes the decision to send a Mortal to Serentiy or Hell, and, if they are sentenced to Hell, how hefty the sum they must pay in their suffering.
The Reaper is the shepherd of souls. They gather them from where they fall in battle, lie in bed, or sleep in the field. They are called by death rites to preside over the fallen Mortals and bring them to be judged. Cemetaries, churches, and temples across the nation bear the hooded figure of the Reaper, whose role is not to claim the souls, but to gently take them in Their embrace to guide them to the afterlife.
The Grey Lady is the god of the in between. The liminal space as a Mortal breathes their last breath, stepping out of one world and into another. She is the god of those who are not ready to die and might yet be able to return to the Mortal Realm. She is the patron of adventurers, compassion, mental health and second chances. She is the Death who is waits, the Death who is kind. The Death who knows She does not need to expidite an end that holds such inevitability. A Death who understands the value of life. Who sees that while you live, you create so much more, which in turn creates evermore onward and upward, all of which She will one day be able to meet and appreciate in full as She welcomes it into Her embrace. She is the Death who loves. And she is patient.
The Judge is the aspect of judgement, trial, order, and the dead. They preside over the souls as they approach, wielding the scale that weighs the weight of their memory against that of a feather. This makes the decision to send a Mortal to Serentiy or Hell, and, if they are sentenced to Hell, how hefty the sum they must pay in their suffering.
The Reaper is the shepherd of souls. They gather them from where they fall in battle, lie in bed, or sleep in the field. They are called by death rites to preside over the fallen Mortals and bring them to be judged. Cemetaries, churches, and temples across the nation bear the hooded figure of the Reaper, whose role is not to claim the souls, but to gently take them in Their embrace to guide them to the afterlife.
The Grey Lady is the god of the in between. The liminal space as a Mortal breathes their last breath, stepping out of one world and into another. She is the god of those who are not ready to die and might yet be able to return to the Mortal Realm. She is the patron of adventurers, compassion, mental health and second chances. She is the Death who is waits, the Death who is kind. The Death who knows She does not need to expidite an end that holds such inevitability. A Death who understands the value of life. Who sees that while you live, you create so much more, which in turn creates evermore onward and upward, all of which She will one day be able to meet and appreciate in full as She welcomes it into Her embrace. She is the Death who loves. And she is patient.
Every law has a reason
Type
Religious, Pantheon
Alternative Names
The Judges, the Jury, the Ferrymen, the Three Crones, The Fates, the Sentinel of Endings, Gates, or Order
Demonym
Tribunics
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