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thecrazyDM 08-11-06, 01:57 PM

Intro: In a universe where time is an instrument and reality is like an ever changing storm. Is a mega-planet called Rakathi. It is roughly the size of Mu Cephi, 1000 times the radius of the Sun.http://www.windows.ucar.edu/cool_stuff/images/MuCephi_sm.gif Rakathi is a land of Death and Life on two different halves. 80% of its surface is covered in water. With millions of mini-islands and one big big continent that stretches to both sides of the planet. The gods of this universe are few. Yet there are two, that as they strike at each other, hold its' fabric up. Their names are Jotoolkur and Cantoclar. and they are constantly at war. Jotoolkur is a lich. Imagine an unbelieveably ugly man. Turn him into a lich with lightning for hair. Give him a staff glistening in red blood with an antelope skull on top, and a black sword of un-matter.There you are! Thats him! :eek: Whereas Cantoclar is a handsome human with robes decorated with many vines and other life. He always carries a sword that nature itself kissed. Also a staff with the ability to bend the twisted reality of Rakathi. Their wars often take place on Rakathi. And, whenever this happens. Rakathi is never the same. Note: This adventure/campaign for 1st level characters of up to LA+1. Only gods are those in player's handbook.Any class from any book is welcome. P.S. Cantoclar and Jotoolkur are long forgotten gods. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The young man hustled by all the the other people on the wet street, his clothes a traveler's. He sprinted toward the old tavern on the other side of the rainy town. It was a dark night in the town of Sparkton. The moon was not in the sky and all light came from torches and lanterns. After a few minutes he looked up through the fog. There it was, the Red Cockerel Inn. "In all these years it hasn't changed a bit." The man walks up to the Inn and opens the door. Inside were memebers of almost every species in the surrounding area, even the elusive Mininobles. He smiled and walked to the counter. Where the same half-orc bartender he had loved talking to in his childhood was, serving beer and stew. "Jimmy Lancer!" The half orc cried "I thought you went to the ranger's academy." "I did, but the skills came easily. And now here I am! Looking for adventure" The half-orc smiled a sharp toothed grin and said "Well then. The least I can do is give you some stew for the night. He turned aroung and spooned some some soup into a bowl as Jim looked around.