For good or for ill, this map is now complete. Thanks to everyone for their imput on this map; I think it's the most detailed map I've created, yet. A special thanks to Domino44 for such an intriguing commission! I really enjoyed taking partPlease continue to make suggestions, even through they probably won't make it into this map, they will help me learn for next time!
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Laugdenor had been here for months, now, with no one but Sapien for company. His research was coming along; the signs and portents he watched, daily, were becoming clear. The signs in the sky mirrored the words whispered on the winds: Asmodeus, the Prince of Demons.
Asmodeus was, once again, keeping a keen eye on the World of Man. Locked away in the Nether realms, Asmodeus could do naught but influence the Primal Plane. He has been battling against his prison for eternity, seeking his way out. Thanks to the petty, and not so petty, evils of Man, the locks on his prison was weakening; this time, Asmodeus might just break free. If he did, this world, and all worlds, would be doomed for all eternity. He was already breaking free. The rolling darkness, and the appearance of his lesser minions were proof of that.
It would take more than he, alone, could do to prevent Asmodeus' release. New Celestial Locks must be made, according to the Tome of Prophecy, forged with the blood and tears of Man's greatest Heroes, men and women touched by the Divine. Marked by humble beginnings, these heroes would rise up to face Asmodeus in his Nether Prison. They must find their way through the dark, He could guide them on their journey, nothing more, until the final battle.
Laugdenor studied his scrying pool. For months now, many groups of men, and women, were actively seeking him, sent by their kings and dignitaries, to command his audience to their Lords, expecting that Laugdenor would easily handle whatever thread they were currently dealing with. And their searches for him were in vain, they were continents away.
Yet one small group of men and women were close, in fact, they were days away from the Azure Door. Were these the heroes he was looking for? He leaned into his scrying pool for a closer look. They looked like farm hands and street urchins. There was something more... yes! Each of them glowed with the faintest silvery aura, meaning they had been blessed for this journey. He wasn't sure, but this group had come farther than anyone else.
Laugdenor shrugged, turning away from his scrying pool. Only time will tell... and he would be ready...
