JharyOConnah
Explorer
In the far corners of the multiverse, life's facts appeared consistent. Things unfolded as one would assume. Time, as strange as it ever was, rolled on in a consistent fashion.
Although time, and it's passage, was a difficult thing to pin-point among the various spheres of the multiverse, everyone agreed, there had been a tremendous amount of SOMETHING since the last great storm.
Then was then and now was now...
Things were as different as they ever had been. No one could deny it.
All the planes had changed, although the more changes that occurred the more things stayed the same. Most denizens of the prime materials didn't even notice. Hell, most anybody ANYWHERE hadn't observed at all.
The gate cities of the outlands slowly drifted further apart. Beings of the outer-planes, always extremely aloof, became even more self-interested than usual. Nightmares grew, creeping from the shadow-lands into the fey-wild. Chaos spread, even under the guise of normalcy and consistency.
Sigil, inherently absorbed in its own philosophies, barely perceived.
Everything “seemed” the same, yet change was everywhere. At first unnoticed, yet growing...
Things taken for granted started to function differently. Societies and worlds adjusted as the magic they assumed would work one way became wild and unpredictable. Chaos began to infect where once everything had been benign, orderly, righteous.
Imperceptibly the storm expanded...until all there was WAS the storm.
Multi-colored clouds covered the sky. What little communication occurred between the planes confirmed the strangeness of the occurrence. And in places more remote, people began to panic.
Solar systems ceased to function. The laws of nature were in upheaval.
Everything that WAS was not. Everything that COULD'VE BEEN wasn't at all...
But, even as the storm disturbed the natural order, it forced everything closer, moved everything into sharper focus. Even as Chaos pushed as hard as it could, and unchanging similarity pushed back, a single tone rang out across the planes. A solitary lead note for the orchestra to follow.
A new age of everything had begun. Nothing would ever be the same. Thoughts inverted. Perceptions imploded. Connections that ‘never were’ became commonplace. Common ideas disintegrated.
And throughout, the storm enveloped the universe as we know...
Contained in some cosmic parlor, in a room above anything and everything, a game unfolded. Chaos versus Law. Order versus Chance. The sides were still being drawn, but everyone knew that this was for keeps. Something HAD to happen. It was no one's choice. This would determine the fate of the NEW multiverse. This was it.
All on your own, you may have never known, but fate and the 'balance of everything' has determined to bring you together. Movements ARE afoot.
A new paradigm is evolving… (as it always has, as it always will)
New allegiances form. New pictures are framed.
You say goodbye.
I say hello.
(Everyone please post your personal “chapter one” below.)
Although time, and it's passage, was a difficult thing to pin-point among the various spheres of the multiverse, everyone agreed, there had been a tremendous amount of SOMETHING since the last great storm.
Then was then and now was now...
Things were as different as they ever had been. No one could deny it.
All the planes had changed, although the more changes that occurred the more things stayed the same. Most denizens of the prime materials didn't even notice. Hell, most anybody ANYWHERE hadn't observed at all.
The gate cities of the outlands slowly drifted further apart. Beings of the outer-planes, always extremely aloof, became even more self-interested than usual. Nightmares grew, creeping from the shadow-lands into the fey-wild. Chaos spread, even under the guise of normalcy and consistency.
Sigil, inherently absorbed in its own philosophies, barely perceived.
Everything “seemed” the same, yet change was everywhere. At first unnoticed, yet growing...
Things taken for granted started to function differently. Societies and worlds adjusted as the magic they assumed would work one way became wild and unpredictable. Chaos began to infect where once everything had been benign, orderly, righteous.
Imperceptibly the storm expanded...until all there was WAS the storm.
Multi-colored clouds covered the sky. What little communication occurred between the planes confirmed the strangeness of the occurrence. And in places more remote, people began to panic.
Solar systems ceased to function. The laws of nature were in upheaval.
Everything that WAS was not. Everything that COULD'VE BEEN wasn't at all...
But, even as the storm disturbed the natural order, it forced everything closer, moved everything into sharper focus. Even as Chaos pushed as hard as it could, and unchanging similarity pushed back, a single tone rang out across the planes. A solitary lead note for the orchestra to follow.
A new age of everything had begun. Nothing would ever be the same. Thoughts inverted. Perceptions imploded. Connections that ‘never were’ became commonplace. Common ideas disintegrated.
And throughout, the storm enveloped the universe as we know...
Contained in some cosmic parlor, in a room above anything and everything, a game unfolded. Chaos versus Law. Order versus Chance. The sides were still being drawn, but everyone knew that this was for keeps. Something HAD to happen. It was no one's choice. This would determine the fate of the NEW multiverse. This was it.
All on your own, you may have never known, but fate and the 'balance of everything' has determined to bring you together. Movements ARE afoot.
A new paradigm is evolving… (as it always has, as it always will)
New allegiances form. New pictures are framed.
You say goodbye.
I say hello.
(Everyone please post your personal “chapter one” below.)
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