When Worlds Collide

About the adventure

Welcome to Paryllaxx. In a distant corner of the multiverse, there is a world the size of a brown dwarf star. An accelerated planetary rotation have twisted the landmasses into what appears from the heavens as a large, unending spiral. This, in turn, has caused the oceans to follow suit and is the reason the entire oceanic flow has been named the Spyral Sea by those who travel it. Far down the Spyral, we fix our gaze at the end of an intense battle…the final fight in what has been a long quest for all involved. Nothing is known regarding the catalyst of this fight, but we see that the Adventurers are about to win. What the Adventurers cannot see is that the Enemy they fight has changed tactics. The Enemy no longer fights to win, but merely to stall. Stall for what? We can only assume the blinding prismatic light that explodes from the scene of the battle and envelops everything. Our gaze is thrown back, and we lose sight of the continent completely. A new pinpoint of light captures our attention far, far back up the Spyral. The light emanates from the middle of the continent of Xutoris, a circular landmass with a 20,000-mile diameter. It is said in legend that this continent existed on another world long ago, and was brought to Paryllaxx by the gods in answer to a massive prayer. Whether you believe the legend or not, Xutoris resides on top of a massive conduit of divine energy…known by the locals as the Gods’ Leyline. More common arcane leylines run through Xutoris as well, but their energies pale in comparison to the power that resides in the Gods’ Leyline…so much so that Xutoris is ruled by two separate Archclerics known only by their titles: The Prelate of Harmony, a cleric who worships the Morninglord; and the Foreteller of Bones, an equally-powerful cleric who worships the Maid. These two clerics have divided the continent between their factions–The Prelate of Harmony in the western half, with the Foreteller of Bones in the east. As if the religious divide was not opposite enough, Xutoris is held under a mysterious curse--it is always daytime on the western half of Xutoris...and always night in the eastern half. Between the two factions, a series of towers stretch out across the border which house the Way of the Tranquil Palm: warrior monks sworn to maintain the peace between the Light and Dark sides of Xutoris…and are prepared to do that through the last resort of violence if necessary. The central tower is home to the leader of the Tranquil Palm, a monk known as The Quiet Emissary. Today was to be a day of meditation and reflection for the monks of that tower, until a loud explosion erupts from deep underneath the stronghold. We travel miles underground to the source of the disruption and find…you. All of you awaken in the center of an arcane circle of teleportation. You are clothed in rags, barely conscious…and possess no memory at all of who you are or anything that had transpired before you found yourself here….