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An Epic Problem: Legends Undone

Makariel nods to Minathiel "Hebdomad speaks well of you, Archon" The Solar Lord speaks "It is good to know there will be an agent of the heavens finally returning to the Prime. Unfortunately, as far as information is concerned - All we know, you know. The greater gods may know more, but have chosen to keep their silence. I, too, would suggest finding this 'Ancient One', he seems the only one who can tell us more, though I doubt these seven will be difficult to find. From what I hear, they aren't exactly discreet.'

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This was originally posted in the first OOC post, but I figured I'd repost it here. This and what has been posted so far in the IC thread is everything you currently know:

I'll be setting the campaign in a 'generic' multiverse.. or at least as generic as Epic gets.. with one interesting twist..
All Epic Characters are actually starting OUTSIDE of the Prime Material Plane, as there is currently a "Legend Ban" on all things "Epic" on the Prime. This ban was imposed centuries ago by the people themselves. Epic powers were tearing the world apart and preventing the common populace from living their lives, so after a long argument spanning multiple debates, multiple planes, and several large-scale battles, a powerful group of Epic individuals and demigods managed to expel all Legendary powered beings, and all Outsiders from the plane. The only exceptions were the Greatest of Dragons(Wyrms and Great Wyrms), who stayed to watch over the plane, and went to sleep, never heard from again.

The shutting out of all this power had a seperate effect, though.. it cut the prime off from the gods, preventing prayers and worship from reaching them and preventing them from reaching the mortals. It also prevented Souls from leaving the Prime, causing a horrid rise in the number and power of the undead. Eventually it was discovered that there WAS a way into the plane, available only through a special demiplane created by the ones who initiated the "Legend Ban". This Demiplane, known as "The Observatory", has since become a central figure in planar politics and economics. Although the Observatory is completely under the control of the "Gatekeepers" as they call themselves, they do allow some things through. Money, trinkets, non-epic beings, Souls, prayers and worship, and most importantly Information flow freely.

Recent information however has been very disturbing. There have been tales of people roaming the world.. people who have power only heard of in Legends. The Gatekeepers hired the most poweful Prime Plane adventurers (6 lvl 18-20 characters) to discover what was going on. They found a single one of these people, a half-red dragon who introduced herself as "The Disciple", and then proceded to cleave them in to several small pieces before dispelling the Gatekeeper's Scrying. The entire encounter including her introduction lasted 20 seconds. Witnesses to the scrying described her fighting style as a combination of 3 powerful, ancient styles, all of which were only able to be mastered by 'legendary' figures.

A week later, the Great Dragons awoke. Seemingly not of their own free will, the dragons began raiding and destroying villages randomly. The largest Red, Gold, Silver, and Black dragons each were witnessed bearing Riders.. 2 powerful mages, a man who seemed to breath dragonsfire more powerful than any of the dragons, and a black-plate clad Warrior.

In further investigations over the next few months, the Gatekeepers and Observers discovered a 6th 'legend', an unstoppable planeswalker who could exit the Prime and reenter at will. THEN, they found out about the 7th...

Two days ago, A signal for help was sent from the Observatory demiplane that seperates the prime. By the time help arrived, the gatekeepers were all dead, from various means. Shredded, burnt, beheaded, dismembered, electrocuted, disintegrated, some dead from old age... Any possible way death could happen had happened on that demiplane. THAT, in the end, was the only break they got though, because one of the members died of slow bleeding, and before he went, managed to inscribe a message telling what had happened. They had finally managed to track down the 7th man, discovering who he was, what their plan was, and finally.. how to stop them. Unfortunately, the 7th discovered them and slaughtered them.

Here was the final message from the Observatory, recorded in a memory crystal (Magical equivalent of a dvd that can record a message then play it back using illusions):

"I haven't much time, I'll be dead in a few minutes. We've found out a lot.. it's worse than we thought. They've broken the Ban, they had help.. we dont know who, but it was one of the greater gods. maybe more than one.. They're destroying the balance in there, looking for something, some obelisk they think will grant them untold powers. Our archives show that this obelisk is the reason legendary power first happened on the Prime, and the reason the original Gatekeepers locked it away from Legendary powers. Nothing else is known of it nor was it's location recorded. We believe this 7th man, the 'Master', has managed to harness some of it's power without even finding it.. He seems to be able to make anything he says happen without even channeling magic. He looked at Edward, said "Die", and Edward did. No magic gathered, no spell cast, Edwards wards didn't protect him a damn. This man ransacked all of our information, and then shouted "Die a thousand different ways", and people started dropping.. Guess I'm ....the lucky ..... one." The man stops and his head falls backwards.. a few seconds later he coughs and struggles back up, lifting the memory crystal closer so you can hear his weak words. "There's still a chance. We found... information to... stop them... I destroyed it so he wouldn't know. There's a Foretelling of heroes bearing Marks on their wrist. They can enter the Prime. There's an old man there, he'll find you, he'll.... he'll know what to.." At this point, the man slumps back, dead. Beside him, drawn in his blood, was a picture... a mark. The same mark that appears on each of the PC's Wrists. It appears to be a written symbol in an ancient language, though no magic or linguist has ever been able to decipher it. It has appeared seemingly at random on people since the Ban.. never more than a dozen at a time, and they all seemed to gain power exponentially until dieing of seemingly freak accidents.

Other Epic's have allready tried to get through the gate, but it seems even without the Gatekeepers the ban is holding them out. This hasn't stopped hundreds of demons and devils and would be.. 'entrepreneurs' from swarming the place, though, attempting to reenter the material plane. An Interplanar comitee of Demigods, Legends, Dragons, and Angels has invited you all to the Observatory, told you everything outlined here, and are now asking for your help. There are currently several 'marked' individuals in the room. Some of you know each other personally, all of you know 'of' each other, because the Marked are like celebrity's.
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"The other place must be in control of darkness," Rhodia muses aloud. She then twists to ask Mary, "Are you ready?"

Athear (pronounced 'ah-THAY-ar') spreads his wings...cautiously to avoid knocking anyone over, and trumpets, "She must be ready! While we linger here, creatures of malice roam uncontested in the world! It is time."

He bobs his head respectfully to the radiant dragon and the solar host.

"Show us the gate, if you would."
 

The Halfling hops up and approaches the center of the room. With a nod from the others, he glows briefly and transports you all outside, above the pandemonium.. and it is, indeed pandemonium around the gateway. The skies are filled with dragons and devils, demons and Angels, and powerful adventurers flitting back and forth. On the ground there is a ring of stalwart Dwarves backed by powerful Archons (Minathiel recognizes them as members of the 5th and 11th batallions) keeping any of the non-flying beasts from approaching. The Great Prismatic drives a line towards the gate, clearing the path as Makariel and the halfling Demigod take up positions to either side of you, fending off any nuisances while you head for the gate. Upon arrival, the Halfling smiles and blesses you each as you pass into the Prime.

"Good luck my friends, our hopes are with you."

After entering the gate, there is a brief moment (Perhaps 30 seconds, perhaps a minute) before you appear, floating above what appears to be a large tomb. You can see a road leading to the South, apparently well travelled, though there is nobody currrently in sight. The land seems peaceful, and as you arrive, you note that the slight clouds instantly begin glowing with a silver light, and the entire realm seems to take on a holy sheen.

Mary and Athear both recognize this, upon closer inspection, as the Tomb of Kai, a great leader of the kingdom of Lyrevan centuries ago. That means that you must be in Lyrevan, about an hours dragonflight north of the capitol city Islo. Lyrevan is the ancient home of Silver Dragons, and as such, Athear feels an innate sense of familiarity.
 

"Well, I am afraid that my duties left me little time to scry on the Prime. So I am hoping one of you will know more than I."

"Our first order of business should be to find the lay of the land so to speak. Find out what is happening of immediate concern here on the Prime and how it will effect our search for this 'Ancient One'."
The archon speaks surveying the area while hovering.
 

"Wyrm's wings!" Athear trumpets as he beats his wings to land gently before the tombsite. His voice curls before his jaws in a frigid mist, though the air is temperate.

"This is Lyrevan! Long ago, even by a dragon's reckon, my forefathers lived here, and in the clouds above. Hah! Even now it feels like home!"

His tail thumps the ground as he looks around at Minathiel.

"I know we are not far from Islo...but that is the extent of my knowledge. Can you issue a Sending, angel? We should gain the Ancient One's attention...and let him know there are other Marked Ones seeking him. Possibly dangerous ones!"
 

*Intended course of Action? Will somebody be isuing a Sending, or are you attempting to travel somewhere/Scry/something else?*
 

"I have not prayed for that spell, if we want to wait until dawn, I can pray for it then. The other means I have for locating such a being require me to have seen him or hold something that belong to him, and even then if he is as elusive as they have suggested, it is likely it would fail."
 

"It might," Athear agrees. "But it is a simple course of action that costs us little to attempt, and may save us a great deal of time if it does work."

He curves his neck to look back at the elf on his shoulders.

"Rhodia...the mirror?"

She gives Athear a dubious look. "It doesn't look on people, but locations," Rhodia demurs with a shake of her head. "Unless we already knew where he was, it wouldn't work."

Rhodia then looks at Mary. "What about you? You sing the music of the stars...can you cast spells to find this Ancient One?"

Athear bobs his head in agreement. "Even if they're unlikely to work, he may notice the attempt and know we seek him."
 

Jool the Drogorn

Silently until now, Jool speaks up. "I care little about how we do it, but I wish to seek out the seven as quickly as possible. The sooner we vanquish them the better!"

OOC: Sorry. I just found this thread. Perhaps a link to it in the OOC thread would help?
 

As you continue pondering how to find him, Athear notices a disturbance in the clouds. They are travelling too fast for such a calm day, and the wind is picking up rather suddenly, heading south (Towards Islo).

As Jool speaks, the wind hits a rather impressive gust that threatens to knock A few of your party over, and the skies to the south begin to darken.
 

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