Bob the Bards Take - The Game of the Gods Act 0 Setting the Game Board
The high daemon lord of change looked upon a world that had been stagnant for far too long. This latest lot of heroes had proven well suited for its plans as they had already shaken some of the stagnant established order while they travelled this world. Now they were perfectly positioned to make things very interesting involving a very high stakes game for the gods.
It watched the most minor of pawns one Bob the Bard, the minion of the six high level adventurers had become entrapped within an ancient tome artifact and was dropped into a fairy tale adventure naked as the day he was born. It turned out to be quite the fun tale for Bob, full of fine weather and friends as the chaos lord watched and patiently waited to begin the next game of the gods. It only started to truly enjoy itself when, as it had plotted. Bob the Bards six bosses also became entrapped within the fairy tale adventure on the next day. Now it relaxed with a metaphorical bucket of popkorn with extra butter as the invites were sent.
With his adventure completed Bob the Bard stepped through the magic portal to take him back to his home of Saffin, naked once again except for his reward of the powerful magic gear which he retained with him.
Then the chaos lord reached out to trigger a tiny alteration to the magic portal within the ancient tomes story he had made a minor change to so long, long ago.
To put it bluntly minion Bob the Bard was over a day ahead of the six adventurers as he cleared all the challenges, defeated all the foes and completed the story line. Not surprisingly he received all the hero's rewards and magic treasure contained within the tale, plus all the acclaim from the peoples within the story.
Meanwhile his six bosses, these great and powerful adventurers were having a miserable time as the weather had been awful from the start, all the items and rewards were now gone and they were lucky to be getting handouts from the locals consisting of rags for cloths, scrounging for crude clubs and a little food. All the while they were the object of pity from the local peoples who had all assumed that they must be the great Sir Bob's loyal followers.
Now the magic portals return point was a tiny bit off on that world which changed the six wet and miserable adventurers return location. It was now locked onto the center of their unexplored continent some thousand or more leagues to the west.
This of course would put them smack dab in the middle of the Great Orkoid Empire that dominated most of the continent. There they awoke buck naked, again, in the rain, again, in a forest, again, without a clue as to their location, again. Oh, did I mention that three of them were elf's who were now smack dab in the middle of an empire of over a million orkoid's that really hate elf's.
The game was started from the moment the chaos lord altered the portals return point and word was spread through the other realities of the coming game to be played by the gods. Word had it that It would feature six high level adventurers, dropped naked and in hostile territory. Who if any of them will survive the challenge, who might die first and how can they overcome these seemingly insurmountable odds?