Dammit, you're not even sure if you're dead or not; the last you remember is sailing on your spelljammer ship, only to crash into some old guy fighting off some sorta demon that resides in the space between planes. You decided to help the old man out by pulling him onboard; after which he explained that the demon was called 'Nyarl-something', you don't remember, and that he needed to kill the damn thing. You decided, fuck it; why not? You then decide to help the poor bastard out.
The battle is a blur, but you do remember shoving your rapier in the fucker's eye, blasting said rapier with as many lighting spells as you can, and ramming your ship into it's balls before having it blow the fuck up as the highlights of the whole thing. Then...you wake up in this desolate hellhole.