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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arknath" data-source="post: 1197189" data-attributes="member: 2850">(Blaine)You shout the phrase that will take you to your destination.  Your vision is filled with white light and you casually glance up at the rune that shines over your head.  You get a quick glimpse of its fiery red hue but you do know the word in an ancient language: Acheron.Once on the plane, you glimpse the grey fields from a rather safe distance away.  You see armies fighting an endless war that is being fought all over this land.  As you come fully onto the plane, you hear a voice whisper in your head."You must find Ikatsu, The First Primortal...he can help our cause."Looking around you realize you are in a part of the plane owned by some sort of creature.  It is highly organized with several buildings and a large black fence surrounding the premises.  Up on a hill, there is a large gathering of people, surrounded by what looks like a regiment of the local law enforcement.  However, you have no idea where to begin looking for this Ikatsu...in fact, in all your studies, you've never even heard of the thing.************************************************************(Iurus)Raising your head you are horrified by what you see.  There are several angels lying on the ground with swords jutting from their backs and the floor near them is caked in red blood.  It is hard to tell who is friend or foe in this chaotic room, angels fighting angels and archons fighting devas.  You have strangely been unattacked as of yet, but you fear that it will not stay that way for long.************************************************************(Anaet)You teleport in front of the great palace to a location approximately 100 yards from the entrance.  It seems that the place has been put on high alert and many armed and vigilent celestials are outside the palace proper.  You feel the air hum with the energy that only a nearby deity can cause.  As you continue to get your barings, a particularly well-armed deva approaches you and your men.His eyes glaze and then light a brilliant white as he stares at the three of you.  Satisfied, he speaks, "What is your business?  You come at a very unfortunate time for the palace.  We are not entertaining visitors this day."************************************************************(Cho)The aasimar looks very distraught when he answers this question.  He peers over to the gate and says, "It would seem that it is still ongoing, but the frequency has certainly seemed to halt."  He gives a thoughtful pause and rubs the back of his hair with his gauntleted hand.  "Only Naristan knows, I would imagine."Your remarkable vision catches movement on the open field to your right on the edge of your peripheral vision.  A young man stands in the middle of the open grounds and seems to be gaining his composure.  After a bit, he looks your direction, though you doubt he could pick you out of the crowd of spirits and your men.The aasimar seems oblivious to this and switches his attention from the gate to the Hall of Judgment in an effort to keep things orderly.************************************************************(Theron)Under your assault (and as much out of shock) the three dwarves stand dumbfounded at your statements.  The ornate doors with the symbol of Dhagadahst carved into them stands before the both of you.  Maddirn doesn't even bother to knock and gives a great heave (with an equally impressive grunt) to the doors and they swing wide.The Khagam sits in a stone throne and is in some sort of trance.  The six dwarves that are a part of his personal guard draw jewel encrusted battle axes from their fine (and most probably magical) belts and glare at you.  The light from the torches in the room make their golden full plate shine, which gives them a very impressive aura by which to be viewed by.They begin advancing on you without speaking, a look of mad rage in their eyes.</blockquote>

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