The Realms

According to some theories in physics there exist an infinite number of worlds. Each of these worlds would have their own history and even their own laws of nature, some being very different from our own. These worlds all exist side by side and rarely interact, but with infinite worlds there are infinite possibilities. This is a story of when few of these worlds reach out into are own and grabs few unlucky sorts. One was very similar to ours while the other very different.

The demon lord ruler of one of these worlds saw what was coming and desired nothing more than to reshape her world a new that would come about in her own way. To aid in this new conquest she used the collision of events on earth and in the chaos, to her advantage managed in sneering fresh number of people as candidates or champions to her numbers, as well as opposing gods and deities retaliate by following suite, as well as a few mortal magic users within these worlds branded or cast many as gifted familiars to add to their service, in a universal war known as the Realms.

“Heroes” as the demon lord defined them didn’t naturally exist yet on earth, but the collision of the realms (powers) would allow them to come to be.

To each of you, it was a completely normal day. Whether that meant your day was exciting on an epic scale, or dull to the point of time standing still, you're the only one who can say. However, fate, in her ever-twisted ways, had decided to either give you the best gift you've ever had, or decided to place the most horrid blight upon you, completely out of the blue.

It just happened suddenly. You were doing a daily activity. Perhaps you just came home from work wanting to relax. Perhaps you were embroiled in some activity at home or elsewhere oblivious to the world. Or perhaps you were just sitting around, staring into space, bored beyond belief and wanting something interesting to happen, ANYTHING interesting to happen.

And of course, such claims are bound to get an answer. Nobody would have expected this one, however: a hole. A portal to open up literally beneath your feet, You only had enough time to reach out blindly, to grab whatever was on-hand, whatever you had with you, and whatever you could grasp while you flailed wildly in mid-fall.

Submerged in this hole, this tear in reality, your eyes are assaulted by a myriad of colors flashing before you, nearly blinding you with their radiance, forcing you to shut your eyes as you're in free-fall, wondering just where you're going to end up at the end of this long fall....