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Forgot-10 Realms

Chapter Seven

Paradox was working on the reforging the Tablets of Fate, which defined many of the universal rules of Abeir-Toril and the surrounding Crystal Sphere. Beside him were a couple of books, an orange one with a frost giant on it and a purplish-blue one with a beholder. He was using those to help stablize the universe. Books he had gained from the future, but the major problem was working on the jump from the previous system to the latest one.

He was also keeping an eye on Ben, as he knew the hero was regreting his first blood. In the Time-Walker's mind he began to think, 'Yet in this harsher world, it might be necessary since it was also wilder and more chaotic then the one Ben had come from. The trick is to balance and adapt the situation which he will find himself in, yet to continue to keep his vallant heart. The events coming up will prove whether he will keep the core of himself, or loose it with the world wearing him down.'

Paradox could see many differences which could occur in the future of Faerun, some light and some dark, which circled the young hero from another universe. The forming of a team to work with in this universe could help decide what kind of future it would be. Which was why as Paradox reconnected the fabric of this reality, he was focused on the person coming to the table with Rowan, Talindra and Ben. As well as the effect they would have on events.

In a Tavern in Waterdeep...

The woman who entered the room had the appearance of a young human woman, and attractive one at that, but this was a hidden truth. She was not a human, but instead she held elven blood. She was a rogue who specialized in open tombs to collect the treasure within them, which she had used for her family before their differences of opinion.

'Which had left the bad blood between them and myself. Bad blood which will cause them to hunt me to the ends of Toril so they can end me. Which is why I am constantly in disguise and on the look out for powerful protectors who save me from them. Hopefully spending time with a team of adventurers will put them off my trail. If the adventurers are powerful enough they can fight off my family, if not I leave looking for a better shield.' Which is why she had choosen the look, a mixture of the professional roguish tomb-breaker and a sexy woman of adventure to seduce them into accepting her. Hopefully enough for them to accept her.

The next few minutes they spent interviewing her for the position on their band. She had made sure to only to mention the truth when it came to her skills and training. Since all of their lives depended on them, hers included as they would expect her to be able to do certain things. It would be likely those heroes wouldn't be prepared to bail her out if she couldn't deliver. However, anything and everything else were lies. Whether those lies held seeds of truth or those born by falsehoods alone.

She was also working on gathering information on her prospective partners. A tiefling cleric of Gond. A lowly moon elf wizard. As well as some kind of young human, who didn't look like any kind of adventure she knew. Which peaked her interest. She wanted to know more, which could only happen if she got on this team. Which was why she was using her cunning to get information from them for her to reforge into her background. If she was more like them, she was more likely to be accepted by them. Then more likely to be hired.

So she had weaved a mixture of some parts of herself and someone they would find much in common with and then waited for their answer. The three of them asked for a moment alone as they discussed her inclusion with the group. Once they finished, they turned to her and the cleric spoke up, "Well come to the team, Miri Whitestag."

Hopefully, she would find a place she could survive long enough to catch her breath. Then it was they asked her to come to their room to discuss more she would need to known if she was a member of the team.

Moments later...

'Miri' stood in the room as the other three of her team decided to explain the nature of their secrets. Ben began, as it seemed to relate to the strange young man, "My name is Ben Tennyson, and I'm from another universe. This watch on my wrist is called an omnitrix and it has the ability to transform me in any number of life forms with their own natural powers and abilites. We needed to get this out of the way before we adventure with each other as I'm going to transform during a fight or other circumstances."

The rogue was expecting something unusual involving Ben, nothing this out of the ordinary. Which made her raise her eyebrow in curosity, as she asked, "Can you prove it?"

Ben pulled up his watch and hit some command, which brought up some kind of illusionary display. He used it to select an alien and the fact of his watch slide open and exposed a column. He slamed on it, and he changed. Into a small white figure with strange ears, line like eyes of green, with the hourglass symbol of the watch on his forehead. Ben spoke tinny metallic like voice, "Echo Echo."

What he did next was amazing as this Echo Echo managed to duplicate himself multiple times. She reached to touch a number of them and felt they were also solid. Once she was sure it was real, Ben merged into one and hit the hourglass device, morphing back into Ben. He continued, "The Omnitrix is bonded to my DNA, the building blocks of most lifeforms. It has a genetic lock which only lets me use it. But have any number of powers from superstrength to the ability to control most forms of energy. But I get the feeling people and the gods themselves are after it."

Miri stood stunned at the moment as she realized she was both safer and in even more trouble then ever before. Ben had the power to defend her, but the same power would attract all of the powers of Faerun, of Toril. Including eventually her family once they learn of it. How they would go after it would depend on who was in charge. As she considered it, "I would be safe most of the time, if his power is that powerful. Besides, if anyone like my family were to get the Omnitrix, my life wouldn't be safe no matter where I go. Better to keep it in his hands, if he's as noble or naive as he appears to be.'

"This is interesting, but it's not as strange as the things the gods have done before. Including the Times of Troubles. I swear there has been a disaster happening in some part of Faerun every year since the gods walked the world. So it's not something I can't deal with or work with." she mentioned to them as she began to figure out how this could be best used for her benefit. She could only hope she could be safe, a fey'ri next to a human who was likely in the sights of every powerful being in the world.

Elsewhere...

The Omnitrix was on the minds of other beings as well. Every god in the world, human and not, were looking for a way to succeed with turning Ben to their side. Those of good and neutral powers were trying to keep the status quo for the most part, while gaming the system to benefit their personal world view. They merely had to keep Ben acting like the Ben who came to their world. The forces of evil, however, need to corrupt him in order to be able to use the device on his arm. Which is why a number of them were trying to decide which method to use, whether intimidation or duress... or to use seduction and persuasion to convert him to their cause.

While everyone was hunting for the top prize of the Omnitrix and the Celestrial Sapien's power to control reality itself, others were looking for the other gains which they could gather from these change of events. Malar is one of these looking for additional gains, with one focus on an object from the world of Ben Tennyson. Perhaps even a person as well. The object being the Nemetrix, the knock off copy of the Omnitrix with a difference which made the god of beasts light up.

'A device which contains the blood of the most deadly predators of this new world. Beasts which could advance my servants in their war against civilization, which ironically counts the technology which makes up the weapon. Yet it will be useful for my purposes. Yes, to release these beasts onto Faerun... To form werecreatures based on them... Increasing my ever growing forces.' Thought the god known as the Beastlord in his feline avatar form, plans spinning with the object which had filled his lusts.

'Then there is the huntsman, Khyber. One who would have fit in with my faithful, even if he had been born in another universe. Perhaps even worthy enough to be my chosen. The fact he is from the same world means he might know of a way or know a being who might know of a way to get the Omnitrix from Tennyson. Without triggering the restrictive features which would prevent anyone else from using it. Then it can be used by my beasts. I wonder if Khyber would be interested in the Omnitrix as a trophy if he uses it for my benefit.' Continued the Black-blooded Pard, as he tried to figure out the system of spells which would bring him both the device and the hunter.

The first step would be the scrying spell to detect them in their universe, which was difficult from the mere show Paradox had given the gods. Then the next step would be a summoning/conjuring spell to bring both of them. He had elements of the spells needed, but he was not sure of the blending of those elements. So, like all gods when they needed creative inventive thinking he turned to his mortals. Gods since the beginning had collected mortals for their minds to find the secrets unknown to god or others immortals. Their short lives had enhanced their adaptation and innovation beyond the lives of beings who lived in centuries.

So he sent commands and images in the form of visions to his priests and worshippers. Sent what he needed and what he wanted. Then waited for their answers to his problems. Rewards awaiting their success and punishments for their failures.

While Malar was plotting on his game plan to take gains unexpected, Gond was already collecting his gains...

Gond wanted the Omnitrix as well, what god didn't? For the moment it was not a major concern for him. Indeed, only the power of Alien X interested him since it was greater then even AO. The idea of a tool containing the ability to alter the shape of the user to any sentient being within certain limits was good enough for the god of invention, inspiring his faithful with similar ideas.

'However, with the aid of Rowan to dig and tease the knowledge of Ben's technological world, I can do nothing but gain. Mystra will likely remain powerful for the time to come, but with this my star will be on the rise. Perhaps even becoming the equal or even greater then my patron Oghma. The information will allow my faithful to reshape Faerun and thus spread my word to the corners of the land, and beyond.' thought the Lord of All Smiths, beginning to plan a major technological revolution.

The Tome of Rowan, as he thought of it, was spreading the information to his church. As well as aligned churchs like Deneir and Oghma. Even Mystra. Vision of the information was sent to his priests as well as those who worshipped in his name. Carefully as he had experiences with too much advance information warping a mind.

'Poor Thed. A vision on new forms of invention opened his mind to worlds of advance invention. Only to drive him mad and lead him away from my path to a twisted heresy formed from his mind. Ironically close to my vision but more corrupted. Instead of the advancement of technology and invention because it is the Path of Gond, he advance it to dominate all he sees to build an empire in my name but more fitting to Bane's tastes. Makes me wonder if the Black Hand has uses his power to taint Thed or if it is merely a warped set of random chances.

However, his March heresy is potentially troubling.' Thought the Wonderbringer as he knew what could occur if it was allowed to spread and grow.

Gods shaped their faithful, but the faithful also alters the gods. If enough people believed it, hard enough and long enough, the gods themselves could be changed. True, some were harder then others. Like making a chaotic and good god of tyranny, which by tyranny's nature meant order and usually evil. Yet by tainting the faith with a hint of agressive dominace and using that new dogma to build an empire where it would be a dominant faith, Gond would be changed. Negating the plan he had been using following the example of Oghma, of being useful for all types of people and open to all kinds.

Thed's path would likely lead to Gond's serving or being absorbed by Bane. Or absorbing Bane, which could also kill the smithing god in many ways. He also knew Thed has learned of the Omnitrix. Gond, Ben and others saw it like a tool. Like all tools, it could be use for offensive and non-offensive purposes. Thed would see it as a weapon, like many of the darkest gods, to use against the renegade cleric's enemies. Which is why Thed and Ben would be battling against each other, bring others like Rowan the servant of Gond into the fight. Seeing Rowan as a better choice as for his plans then Thed was. The possibility of turn the tiefling into his chosen, a tool for his cause for which she would be reward, in this life and the next if she aided his dogma.

Similar choices were being made by other gods, as the potential new chosen were being looked and study to held their deities to get gains. Including Thed, the heretical priest of Gond. Gods have been known to impersonate other deities to the mortals, so too has Thed's patron taken the place of Gond in the madman's prayers without the cleric knowing it with his shattered sanity. This man who thought to enslave with technology was being judge to be chosen as well. The gods were playing games for great gains... it was required of them to risk and dare much.

Back in Waterdeep...

Ben was now listening to his new team of Rowan, Talindra and Miri were discussing the next job they could work for, to keep up their money. Not wanting to just merely live off the coins and largeness of the church of Gond in exchange for Ben's scientific and technological knowledge. Better to have another source of wealth.

'Including a home to store it, since there isn't really many official banks yet. Mostly churches sworn to their gods to protect goods. Not sure if that is best or if a personal vault is better. We still need a home, and that takes money. Especially for a well constructed one.' The superhero from another world had been collecting silver and gold from the daily jobs which needed to be done by what would have been day laborers in his world. The girls had discuss those as potential steady work.

What they were now working on was the various ruins and dungeons which contained hidden wealth and magic. Of monster lairs which needed to be cleared out, which likely meant killing them. Ben was still getting over his parts in killing what were likely mangled monsters. It was still not easy. Even if they had animal intellect, they looked humaniod which made it harder.

'Yet this is a less civilized, more dangerous world. Killing might be more necessary, but I will not be come just another killer. Self-defense and in battle only.' Ben promised himself as he didn't want to change too much. Realizing the killing and death connected to this world, made him realize how far he was from home. Find himself in another world was new and exciting, much like his life as a hero. Much like when he had entered Rex's world with it's EVOs. Like Rex's world, he didn't have it crash down on him till the excitement died and the reality was forced before him.

'No Mr. Smoothy, no Bellwood. I'm stuck here, away from all I know. I can hid the depth of the problems I am facing, cover them all with jokes, but my life before entering this world is gone forever.' These were the thoughts of the interspective man from another universe, slowly using the tools which made him a powerful hero, adaptibility. Yet even that has limits, but allowed him to continued forward till he could a grasp of his new life. So he listened and got lost in the stories of historical Faerun around Waterdeep which had left dungeons and treasures. Trying to figure out where to dig. Soon they narrow down to a few ideas which they would debate, before moving to the next adventure.