Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Ao's words made the gods present tremble. They knew that this king of gods who almost never appeared had the ability to realize his threats.

Heim stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty Io, those stone slabs were originally kept by me, please allow me."

"Quiet, Heim, lest you suffer the same fate as them."

Helm turned to face the other gods, "At least you should know your crime. The Tablet of Destiny has been stolen."

A beam of light shot out of the darkness, surrounding the Guardian God. Flames wrapped around his wrists and ankles, then lifted him into the sky, until he reached a height unobservable to the watching and amazed gods below.

Heim, who had never had his feet in the air, gritted his teeth and stared at the darkness he had never seen before, the living darkness, the darkness that breeds destruction, the darkness that symbolizes Io's anger.

"A master who chose his comrades instead of you? My good Haim?"

The God of Guards gritted his teeth. He did not explain much, but reluctantly responded: "Yes, my master."

Suddenly, the flames let go of Helm, and he fell so fast that he hit the ground before the other gods could react. Covered in blood and bruises, Heim struggled to stand up and face his master again, but unfortunately he couldn't.

Io's power is so terrifying that even if the gods spend their divine power hoarding treasures like hamsters and not daring to waste any of their divine power, Io can easily achieve it.

None of his comrades came forward to help him, and no one dared to pay attention to his pleading eyes, leaving him to fall on the floor of the temple.

The flickering light shows that dark energy is sweeping towards other gods.

"You can no longer sit in the crystal tower and watch the world. It was never created just for your entertainment."

"Exile." Ben sighed.

"Yes." Melkor, the god of death, replied, even his lifeless soul felt a chill.

"You will no longer be able to turn a blind eye to the duty that gave you life, and you will know and remember forever your sin, for which you sinned against your Lord and for which you were punished."

"The thief!" Mystra shouted, "let us find out for you the identity of the thief and return the tablet!"

Tyr, the god of justice, raised his hands and begged: "Please do not offend us all because of the stupidity of one of our comrades, Your Majesty Io!"

The darkness struck Tyr's face like a whip, and he fell to the ground, wailing in pain, and tightly covering his useless eyes. There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the heart of the righteous God. This was not fair! Why is he the only one who gets hurt?

"You only see yourself in your eyes!"

The gods were silent for a moment, and black energy beams were shot towards them, pulling them closer to each other, as if to give Io a concentrated target for his anger. The gods shouted, some because of fear, and some because of pain. After all, they were noble and were not used to being treated like this.

"Cowards, stealing the slates will be your last offense against me. You must return them first. But first, you must pay for my thousand years of disappointment!"

Bane stood there, resisting the energy beam. Suddenly, these biting energy burst into dazzling cold blue flames, burning the God of Darkness. He vaguely caught a glimpse of Mystra who was also resisting in the flames, and she even had a slight smile on her face. Then, the energy beam wrapped around Bane, and only a god could imagine and endure his pain at this moment.

After endless torture, all the gods were entangled in energy beams and bound together. Only then did the gods realize that they could move and think again.

And there was fear, fear with which they had only just become familiar.

Finally, Talos, the God of Storms, reluctantly spoke. His voice was weak and hoarse, and every word was filled with gasps of horror, but he still tried to use an unruly tone to express the dignity of the Lord of Destruction: "This is how it ends. Now? Is that all there is?"

The pantheon suddenly disappeared, and the gods, still bound together, found what they feared most revealed in front of each other: chaos, pain, life, love, ignorance. Every god sees in it his own demise.

"That was but a taste of my wrath. Now, drink from it!"

There was a sound that no one had ever heard before.

It was the scream of the gods.

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Kingdom Tianyu, Faerun Continent. 1358, the month of blooming flowers (June), 1st.

This is a special day. The common people on the continent of Faerûn are trying to spend another ordinary and boring day. The farmers go down to the fields to plant the crops for the next year's harvest for the nobles. Faerûn in June has melted. Snow and ice almost everywhere makes it a great season for planting.

In the city, the women on the street began to talk about the family's troubles, and the upright new citizens worked hard to earn a salary to support their families.

Adventurers shuttle among the guilds to take tasks, thieves visit the pockets of every richly dressed noble as usual, and mages sit in their towers, studying knowledge and delving into secrets in the shadows.

But where did it go wrong?

The priests in the temple were the first to discover something was wrong. When they welcomed the warm sunshine in the early morning and began to pray to the gods to obtain today's magic, they were surprised to find that they had failed.

Whenever they prayed, the god's deep aura that enveloped them disappeared. They could not find any trace of the god's existence, and even suspected that they had been rejected by the god. No matter how they tried to remain calm and pray, or cry out in front of the idol in an attempt to gain salvation, it didn't work.

The power of the gods disappeared.

Imric was studying spells in the magic crystal tower at this time, but he noticed that there seemed to be commotion on the street. He looked through the window and found many people in priest robes who collapsed and knelt on the ground crying. , surrounded by a large number of theatergoers.

Then, there was a loud bang in the sky, which was as shocking as the creation of the world.

Hundreds of stars as bright as the sun lit up in the sky. They turned into meteors and quickly fell towards the earth. Dark clouds obscured the sun, and heavy rain accompanied by lightning and thunder. A doomsday-like picture unfolded in front of the world.

Hail the gods fell.

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Mystra found herself being sucked into a chaotic and strange whirlpool, and she struggled to regain control of herself. She was stripped of her godhood, a process that was excruciatingly painful. But the goddess of magic was not the only deity to suffer this fate. All gods except Helm were expelled from the pantheon.

The gods of Faerun fell into the mortal world with everything they had, and even those existences across the crystal wall system were also thrown into the mortal world by all the forces that Io put into the kingdom of heaven in the past, present, and even the future.

Some time later, Mystra woke up in the kingdom of Faerûn. She found that her appearance had faded away, leaving only her original body, a mass of blue-white light-emitting material - the magic network.

Yes, Mystra is special. She has always been the incarnation of the greatest creation in the world - the Demonic Network. She is the Demonic Network, and the Demonic Network is also her. She has powers that surpass those of the gods and is second only to His Majesty Io. strength.

"You must obtain a body," Io's voice echoed in her mind. "You must possess a mortal body and live like a mortal. In this way, perhaps you will learn to cherish the things you thought of in the past. It’s something that’s taken for granted.”

Then Mystra was left alone.

The fallen goddess wandered alone for a moment, Ao's words echoing repeatedly in her mind. If she had to choose a saint with a body of flesh and blood, then Io really planned to drive the gods out of heaven.

Although Mystra once suspected that Io would one day punish her servants for their failure, and she even planned to hide part of her power in the kingdom, the goddess could not accept that she would lose her body and lose her beauty in the kingdom of God. palace.

Mystra looked around, even her invisible body almost started to tremble. The continent she is on is a nice place for mortals. It seems to be called Faerûn?

The goddess is surrounded by rolling hills, and the ruins of an ancient castle dominate the western horizon.

The goddess of magic looked at the ruins of the castle and secretly cursed Io in her heart. Even when the castle was first built, it couldn't compare to a closet in my kingdom of God.

Mystra thought painfully, recalling the appearance of her magnificent palace. The castle that occupies her divine kingdom is constructed from pure magical energy directly drawn from the magic network that surrounds Faerûn. The structure of the palace is perfect and remains unchanged forever. Its towers are all the same height, its windows are all the same size, and even the magically woven bricks are all identical. The center of Mystra's realm is her library, which contains all the books and scrolls in the world, listing every known and unknown spell.

Mystra's eyes turned to the black rain clouds filling the sky. "I will take back my kingdom again, Io." She whispered, "Soon."

Just as the goddess of magic was looking at the billowing dark clouds, a bright light in the sky caught her attention. She tried to focus on the beam of light that seemed to be hanging in the clouds, but she felt dizzy.

"The effects of Io's attack are still there," she thought, and tried again to see clearly the light that shone from the sky to the ground near the ruins.

After a while, her vision cleared and she recognized the flickering images before her.

That is a [Holy Staircase of Heaven].

In Mystra's eyes, the shape of the stairs is constantly changing. This is a common passage between the planes and Toril, and although Mystra herself rarely uses it to come to Faerûn, she knows there are many such stairs on the continent. It leads to a junction in the pantheon, and from there, one can reach the divine realm of all the gods.

The Pantheon is located in the space of the Kingdom Sky, but it is physically inaccessible. It is a huge demi-plane opened up by the gods with their great power. Each of the gods in the Kingdom Sky will create their own kingdom of God. Link the pantheon with divinity.

The goddess watched the still blurry holy steps in front of her eyes change from a long wooden spiral staircase to a row of gorgeous marble steps. She suddenly understood why it was difficult for her to see this staircase clearly: only gods or mortals with powerful power (referring to legends) ) can see them, and now she is neither.