Túir Fáis
1604 DR
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The last remaining member of Team B.A.D.Z. stumbled up the pristine stone steps towards the shimmering light spilling from the doors above. Years of climbing, training, fighting... Years of love and betrayal and loss, had etched themselves onto her face and into her very soul. But she was here, she was at the end, her greatest dreams were about to be met. Riches beyond compare, power, fame, everything could be hers just through that last set of doors... Hope, a flickering candle in the suffocating darkness, guided her weary steps.
The air grew warmer, the smell of rain and the whisper of sand rolling across stone, an inviting aura calling her forward. She could almost taste freedom, almost feel her wildest dreams solidifying just ahead. She repeated the words to herself, a tangible promise to keep going no matter the cost.
Another light shone from behind, first green, then blue, bleeding slowly into a deep red. She made her final wish, hoping beyond hope her cries could be heard by the goddesses above. Save them. If nothing else, let them live.
Before she could react, her own shadow grew against the steps ahead engulfing the door and extinguishing the light from above, along with the last embers of her hope. This beacon so near remained forever unreachable as her lifeless body lay broken on the steps, a symbol of pride, and a warning for the future.
Our Story Begins...
Some time after the Second Sundering ended and the Spellplague came to a final griding cease, four new towers appeared in the Outlands surrounding the Spire and the city of portals, Sigil. No one knew how or why they appeared, but many were drawn to these towers in the four major corners of planar alignment believing their grandest wishes might be granted by ascending to the imperceptible top. Some have come close, others spending their whole lives in their quest for ascension, but no one has ever seen the end - or if they have, there was no return to tell the tale.
117 years after the Second Sundering divided the worlds of Abhir and Toril, four adventurers with stories of their own make their journey to the first of these towers. Whether they have the Strength, the Compassion, the Balance, or the Reason to succeed... We shall discover together as the story unfolds.