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Immortal Throne: Three Judges
Behold -- high up in their lofty chairs, the three judges sit, looking gravely down. Their faces are bronze masks, cold and unmoving. Dim lamps throw light down from high above. This place is a forked road, yielding two diverging paths. Seated between those two paths are Minos, Rhadamanthys, and Aeacus, the judges of the dead. The masks are symbols of impartial judgment. The roads are their judgments: on one side, sunlit, peaceful Elysium, and on the other, the eternal night of deep Tartarus. All souls come here, and all are judged. Now although all you can see are the terrible masks and long robes, behind each is a human face, and human hearts are still cased in their ancient chests. Deemed the wisest and best of mortal rulers, these three men were offered the only posts filled by humans in Hades' realm. Rhadamanthys and Minos were brothers and kings of Crete, one following the other. Aeacus, who was king of the island Aegina, was one of the many mortal sons of Zeus, and great-grandfather of Achilles, the greatest of mortal warriors. Petitioners came from all the Grecian lands for the wisdom of his judgments. The masks the three wear are symbols, but they are also tools. Through the eyes of the mask, each judge can see how you have lived your life, what challenges you rose to and what you shirked. They can tell what glory you earned - or stole - and what you fear most. Is it hard to believe that even the greatest of mortals cannot help but tremble, as they approach the high bench of the three noble judges of the dead?
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