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It is the nature of the universe that change, an unmistakably powerful force, is met with change. As cosmic forces ripple across the universe, laying waste to countless millions of worlds, those populations with the sentience to foresee their demise can but gather and quake.
The most devious and sinister of all eldritch horrors, chief among all those nameless, ancient things which lurk in the furthest reaches of reality, is at work.
His forge, itself a dimension unreachable to those of mortal constitution, was lit by the sparking of his hammer. Serpentine energy, the essence of ancient heroes, he who they call "dogbro" and myriad other souls were merged.
For this is his most explicit affront yet, to create that which could rip apart the seams of reality and unleash a scourge upon the universe unlike that which has ever been seen.
Such was the might of the force being unleashed, such was the depth of its evil, that the radiating shadow was impossible to ignore.
Lo, for had not the great and nameless horror been cast out, perhaps this forging could have been interrupted. Were his machinations open for all to see, perhaps his ruinous forge would have been put to the torch long ago.
Alas, this is not the case.
As untold quantities of cosmic power glass the surface of every world touched by the shadow, an ancient loremaster, long forgotten to the sands of time, is awoken. Stepping forth from his ruined tower and consulting the oracles of reality, he is made aware to all that is transpiring.
Such is the severity of the threat, a threat unlike that which the Council of Mages has ever confronted, that the decrepit remains of those few who cling to shreds of sentience are insufficient to stand against the oncoming tide.
The chaos, unleashed without care for those subjected to its scourge, has given rise to all manner of opportunists; dark warchiefs, astride sinister creatures, gather hordes of ferocious warriors to their banners.
In such magnitude have these factions gathered that even the nameless one, the most devious of all, begins to question what he has unleashed.
No matter the case, those few Mages that partook in the Council have been forced to seek aid. Hermit Mages, time-travelling Mages and all manner of mystics have been summoned to the great tower. Though the fate of reality hangs in the balance, and the assorted blocs stand ready to tear at its threads, hope remains.
