War. Conflict occurs naturally between those that are different from one another. This is true for mortals, as it is for the immortal. The Gods have been locked in endless battle with the Primordials, elemental beings of chaos. The Prime, The Fey, and The Shadowfell have remained stable for centuries, with neither Primordial nor God laying uncontested claim of the realms.
The gods, generals of the astral legions, have gathered for a war meeting in the sprawling city of Erathis's domain. Erathis has been on the receiving end of siege for centuries. Erathis, taking on the form of a young human woman in full silver platemail armor, glanced in the direction of a man with black hair and wearing black scale armor. "Bane, I request that you move your forces to fortify my city. ", said Erathis. She was met with a sneer and a shake of the head. "No can do. We can't afford to lose ground in the elemental chaos. The lose of your kingdom is the least of my concern."
A red devil was the next to speak. "Erathis, I have a few legions to spare. Give me control of the lower city and I'll fortify the outskirts." Bahamut, taking the form of a golden dragon shifted his head towards the map they had on the massive table. "Now is not the time to be selfish, Bane. There will be much time for glory in the times to come. We all have a common enemy, let us avoid unreasonable demands Asmodeus." The devil glared at the dragon, but bit his tongue.
A human with blonde locks and a great hammer touched Erathis on the arm. "I have some troops I can lend you. I just ask that they be on the front lines, they yearn for glory!" Erathis looked over her shoulder at the man, and smiled. "Thank you, Kord. This gesture will be remembered." She touches his hand on her arm, trying her best to convey how much this act of generosity was appreciated.
A tall man, standing 8 feet tall with brown skin stepped into the room. "Ah, Tharizdun, glad you could make it.", said Bahamut, craning his head over the man. "I'm sorry I am late, but I have found a weapon that very well may turn the tide." He brandished a blacker than black sword that seemed to draw light into its core and destroy it. Everyone in the room could sense a dark aura eminating from Tharizdun. "This sword speaks to me, and I'm sure you can all sense the power within it."
A pale woman with black hair shifted in her seat, a little unsettled. She sensed something "off" about the sword, but she couldn't figure out what it was. "Tharizdun, how exactly can that sword defeat the Primordials?" He smiled, "Raven, I shall destroy the elemental chaos by impaling the core of the realm! The sword has made me certain this will work."
The Raven Queen finally figured out what was wrong with the sword. There was no record of a weapon this powerful in the scrolls of fate. In fact, the power of the blade seemed almost impossible, but enough to destroy an entire realm? Tharizdun seemed delusional.
"You guys just need to distract the Primordials long enough for me to sneak into the elemental chaos and reach the core." A old man in robes was next to speak, "I sense a great evil eminating from the sword. Surely you feel it, Tharizdun. I believe it best if we study this artifact. Let me have the sword." Tharizdun's face became distorted with rage as he looked at Ioun.
"No one may touch my sword! I found it and it's mine!" This was quite the reaction from a god that embodied honor, justice, and law. The room itself appeared to recoil from the outburst, and nothing but silence filled the void. Tharizdun calmed down quickly, but made no apology. "Distract the Primordials and leave the rest to me." He walked out of the room and as soon as the door was shut Sehanine, a beautiful eladrin with purplish long hair, was the only one to speak; "The craziest plans are sometimes the most successful, right guys? If we're lucky this will be the greatest success of all."