Endovior, who had been silent for a time, speaks to all the Gods.
"Stop this! I dislike your petty wars, and am prepared to put a stop to them. Behold, my latest project: the Spellforge."
The other Gods receive an image of a monstrously huge machine, firmly planted within the Plane of Fire.
"It works fairly simply: all the magic power that any magic-user on this plane does not use on any given day is stored within. At will, I can then direct it at any target I wish. As an example..."
Meteors rain from the sky over the ruins of the citadel, destroying the Undead still present. The impact of the falling spheres creates a massive crater, and the shock causes minor earthquakes around the world.
"Know this: in future battles, my magics will strike at both sides, decimating your forces. Engage in conflict at your own peril."
"Stop this! I dislike your petty wars, and am prepared to put a stop to them. Behold, my latest project: the Spellforge."
The other Gods receive an image of a monstrously huge machine, firmly planted within the Plane of Fire.
"It works fairly simply: all the magic power that any magic-user on this plane does not use on any given day is stored within. At will, I can then direct it at any target I wish. As an example..."
Meteors rain from the sky over the ruins of the citadel, destroying the Undead still present. The impact of the falling spheres creates a massive crater, and the shock causes minor earthquakes around the world.
"Know this: in future battles, my magics will strike at both sides, decimating your forces. Engage in conflict at your own peril."