Confluence

Deep, deep space.

Cold space. Airless vacuum. Vast beyond comprehension, the universe. So incredibly, staggeringly huge, that it is beyond the limited intellectual capacity of many bipedal lifeforms, and terrifyingly dream-haunting to many of those to whom it is not. It was some few of the latter that invented cocktails, the former that invented beer.

Of a time, an unimportant planet, circling a small sun in a tiny galaxy, lost the atmosphere that had been protecting the surface from the worst of its sun's ultraviolet light. A compound within the fiber of the planet itself reacted with that UV light, and, over time, it expanded to the point that the planet collapsed under its own gravity. The ensuing black hole tore a rift in spacetime, as massive black holes are wont to do.

At a chance so infinitesimally small that it really should be called impossible, on another prime material plane just opposite our black hole, a bloody battle had been raging for a week. The massive forces of an ancient red dragon, and the dragon itself, were under siege by, of all people, her husband, who happened to be the ancient gold dragon she was currently trying to kill. Her husband Bayard, however was much more than a mere dragon; his millions of worshippers had elevated him to the status of a greater deity; the god of time. Bayard was, literally, the god of time. His troops were celestials, his followers were a vast congregation, and his allies were all the Primuses of their various draconic orders, the venerated leaders, all colors but red, fighting desperately to stop the mad red dragon, Shayna. Her jealousy and raw hatred toward her husband and kin had fueled her madness enough that she had begun reaching out to ancient and primordial powers.

The battle was not going Shayna's way, at all. Her husband and his allies had her flanked, and they were going to burst through her outer defenses at any time, and then be on top of her, which, deep down, terrified her. Her fear enraged her even further, separating her from sanity more and more, moment by moment. She smiled. She was in her human form. So sensual, so exotic. So weak, yet capable of such power. It was the seventh day of the battle raging outside of her little pocket dimension. With a final internal snap, the last of Vekheteshaynaralax-Shayna's sanity fled, laughing maniacally as it abandoned her. She smiled, picking up a twelve-inch-square metal cube that had been floating, bobbing nonchalantly, just next to her right hand. She did not stand up when she channeled a tiny little bit of magic, to activate what she knew to be a communications device of some sort. A sending stone, or the like. It was beneath her to know the specifics, but now that nothing seemed to be happening, she found herself annoyed that it was not working and she tried it again. Except, the same thing happened. Nothing. She was becoming furious, and in a fit of rage, opened a conduit of raw conjuration into the cube. It's sides began to glow so fiercely that even she had to avert her eyes.


A thick, black-purple beam of...something...extended from two side of it. A fat, humming ray of buzzing power, within corkscrews of red and yellow. That beam shot out, at light speed. And then, it overtook the speed of light, taking with it in its wake shreds and shards of the veil between the planes of the multiverse. At the same time, the top two sides of the cube began to...consume. Everything. First, the very atmosphere in proximity to it.
She had not expected that.

The laws of entropy

are very specific, and horror flooded her mind as she realized her folly. She fled, following the black and purple beam to her right, away from her husband and his allies, who had somehow broken through her defenses. They were fast approaching, like a furious wind of wrath. With a shriek of pure anger and existential anguish, Shayna veered to her left, directly into the path of the blue beam, and it propelled her into a material plane much different from hers.

To her shock and dismay

her husband, and five of his cohorts, had followed her here! They hated her so much that they would follow her here, to this place? But even as that thought passed through her head, she had the familiar, stuttering feeling she always experienced when her husband Bayard was playing with time, and she suddenly found herself...falling?! She was encased in some sort of net, woven of magic and stinking of law. She knew law when she smelled it, and she began to thrash around, trying to free herself, but she was unsuccessful. She continued falling, smashing through layers of existing planes one after another. Her flesh was being torn away with each hit, but she craned her neck to look back at her husband one last time. He was handsome, such a beautiful gold color. She loved possessing gold. But she could not own Bayard, even in her own vast power.

With Shayna finally gone, these Travelers turned to survey the damage of their own material plane. It was then that they noticed the real devastation of Shayna's Tantrum. Their own plane was almost done being consumed by the primordial force of nihilism, and it was trying to use Shayna's Rift to leak itself into this, the Prime Material Plane. Well, they knew they could not let that happen, so, tired as they were, they turned their sights on the living tendrils of nothingness trying to find purchase here, upon our own prime material plane. A sentient 'sphere of annihilation', one could suppose; but full of malice, and greed. So, they fought. They gave their own power to fight back the absolute nothingness that Shayna's Tantrum had caused to focus upon this Prime plane. They beat it back, at great expense to themselves, and they fell once the rift was fixed. They fell to the ground; a stretch of sand that had been turned to glass by the fury of the battle they had waged to save our entire existence. Their impact shattered the glass of the newly formed desert, and created a crater twenty-eight miles wide.

Drawing our attention back to the beam, and the rift. In the chaos of the powers she had tapped to tear the veil between the two material planes, a very random pebble experienced three things. First; it flew through a dimensional portal to an entirely different reality. Secondly, it picked up speed as a nearby black hole's gravity wells caught hold of it, and then was flung into yet another reality. It raced toward a small, blue green planet where the survivors of a massive asteroid impact, are trying to create a safe environment for themselves. These refugees were desperate. And they began their process by taking the seven surviving crystal Vekhet Spheres and activating them. The spheres were technological in nature, terra-formation powerhouses of nanotechnology. They were cleverly powered by artificially created gravity wells, a technological feat that made its inventor wealthy beyond belief. What they did not take into account however was the fact that this planet, Tellus, has a vastly different gravitational mechanism than the places these spheres had been developed. A different galaxy altogether. So of course, almost immediately, things began to get very interesting indeed.

The spheres' operators noticed nothing unusual, they performed their tasks skillfully, and within an hour the seven spheres were on their way, faster than sound can travel, to the seven equidistant points of the planet. Sending quantum-level identifiers, they networked, and then they went to work. Creating entire ecosystems in minutes, entire biomes in mere hours, the spheres orbited the planet, locked in a seven pointed star, and the planet turned first blue, and then green, and the atmosphere soon became O₂ positive, then CO negative. Then, driven by the inexorable and subtle forces of gravity, at an infinitesimally small chance, our cosmic pebble struck one of the spheres as it spun and swirled around this planet, at that time, knocking it out of its position ever so slightly. Just enough to affect the genetic makeup of everything. Couatl were of course drawn to the almost fluid streams of raw chaos, twining around one another like weightless yet slippery beams of light, confusing to the eye. It was then that the dragons fell from the sky. Clutching one another close, encased in their great, leathery wings like a giant football. They hit Tellus with all of the force that all of these gravity wells could could muster, jarring the entire planet, ejecting material into the air and sky, and raining down fire and destruction as all of this dust and debris began to fall back to Tellus from low orbit. Sulfur dioxide rained down in places, fresh water in others, and encompassing all of them, the incredible force that would bring magic to the Prime Material Plane.
This is not how it was supposed to happen. And, as I am sure we are all aware, it caused a unique situation here on Tellus. We are essentially alone, now, sealed in our own little pocket dimension because the real reality was unable to accept such a chain of events and exist. Something along the lines of the philosophically endorsed theory that Nothing Isn't. And, until something or someone figures that out and tries to fix it, the veil woven around us continues to thin. Were it to fail, right now, the primordial powers surrounding it would tear apart the planet, the entire reality itself. In a puff of logic, maybe. Chaos is weird, man.

The Conflict

Prelude

"A mad red dragon tried to destroy our entire reality on account of a marital spat."

-G. Gnormand Bottombiter

Deployment

Six dragons, all of them paragons of their kind, fought together in lockstep due to a telepathic connection they all shared.

Battlefield

Current Material Plane, a mile above a lush, green continent that would come to be known as the desert lands, Taisha.

Conditions

This place, Tellus. The spot a mile above the Doomed Desert was not stable in a planar aspect. It constantly phased from one plane to another, often sharing two. Beware of flying interplanar pebbles.

The Engagement

The engagement was brutal, and a mile in the air. The forces unleashed were terrible, turning the sand of the newly formed desert below to yards-deep glass with the raw power wielded by our dragon newcomers. Once they defeated the Primordial, or at least beat it back into their own doomed dimension, they effectively trapped themselves here. Seven incredibly powerful beings that the laws of the multiverse say should not exist.

Outcome

The Primordial Annihilation became aware of our Prime Material Plane.

Aftermath

A religion has grown up around the Primordial Annihilation, calling themselves Ravelous Nil. They have become a ruthless guild of assassins, and have been more or less in the forefront of many troubled times.

Historical Significance

In Literature

Ravelous Nil

Conflict Type

Showdown

Battlefield Type

Air

Start Date

1/1/1TK

Ending Date

1/1/7

Conflict Result

The Prime Material Plane was saved from consumption by a Primordial being that exists outside of time.

Location

Taisha