Upon a Star: Karyana's Journey

In Medierth, heroes known as Chosen are given tasks at birth that shape their lives and change the world. Karyana, a star-made-child found and raised by mortals, is no different. However, her task - liberating the God of Magic and fulfilling his most heartfelt wish - will push her mind and body beyond human limits. With the fate of so many on the line, can one mortal walk the path decided by the divine to its end, or will yet another Chosen fall to the hands of Xelnos, the Aspect of Destruction?

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1. Prologue

A common belief among practitioners of magic is that the universe is but one of many; that one world can be mirrored to infinite different dimensions, where time, space and people are the same, yet infinitely different in simple ways. In these myriads of planes of existence, billions of lives begin and end at every moment, creating a cycle of infinite life, death and rebirth. Another common belief is that Gods are simply manifestations of the different aspects of the world, of time and of people. Hence, these deities are ever changing, never locked in a single form, yet whimsically choosing that which please them most. Some people also believe that such deities rule all of creation, while others see them merely as puppet masters to which people are unknowing pawns in an endless story. Yet, even as some people fear or revere these gods, mortals, in their incomprehension of the world, tried to give name and form to what they cannot grasp.

In the world of Medierth, these unfathomable beings were called Planars. Beings that are not linked to a single plane of existence, but dwell in all dimensions, receiving praise and fear, prayers and songs for their actions, choices and, in some times, merely for existing. Such beings have grown accustomed to the beck and call of the mortals, and thus have created, at the top of Skyreach - the highest tower of the world plane - their own domain.

On the nineteenth day of Comingfrost, the moon cycle before the beginning of winter, the Divine Council met. This was no ordinary meeting. While most of the gatherings were for idle chat and celebrations, this time of this Council was of the utmost importance.

Seated at an immense circular table of the finest marble and stone, the councillors grew loud and impatient. Every Planar was speaking over the other, trying to get a word across. Scores of deities - some human, some beast, others somewhere in between - were endlessly arguing in their own tongues, which would make any common mortal mad should he or she hear but one word of a Planar's true voice.

While shade-beings and ether-folk catered to the tables - bringing mead and food many a Planar bickered with one another... except for one. In the middle of the hollow circle, kneeling against the stone-hard ground, was the one judged by the Council.

 

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