Under high alert, a powerful warlord is building an army of to defend his kingdom, helped by his great advisor.

While Brago, King Eternal oversees the acquisitions, Venser, the Sojourner wields the Panharmonicon, creating multiple resources for the military campaign.

Defensive lines are raised to protect the Kingdom. On the shores, Thassa, Deep-Dwelling can see Kira, Great Glass-Spinner protecting the sea. From this privileged position, Shalai, Voice of Plenty Guards the aerial routes. Elspeth, Sun's Champion has summoned The Wanderer to bring forth a protective mist over the surrounding land.

After their reconnaissance, wise General Sidar Kondo of Jamuraa and master spy Tetsuko Umezawa, Fugitive are ready to brave the sands and breach enemy defenses to strike at the heart of the opponent's empire.

Para Bellum | Arcades, The Strategist

Sweaty and exhausted, you are curling on a damp tree trunk, your tattered clothes trailing in the dirty water below. As you struggle to stay awake, you remember passing through the door, several days ago. Your eyes slowly getting accustomed to the light. You recall the emaciated man perched over a peculiar assortment of instruments, and the body parts piled around the strange device.

In the coming week, you routinely burglarized the laboratory for supplies and food. But tonight, it is an eerie sound that brought you back, a demented, low rhythm with screeching pitches. And then you saw them again. Those same guards that are chasing you now, that you have killed over and over again.

A tall, dark figure looms behind them in the shadows, then lightning crashes, revealing the shape of its insectoid head squirming in silence. A feeling of impending doom runs through your spine as your blood feels like it is turning to ice in your veins.

Sometimes They Come Back | The Scarab God

As you cross the threshold, a sparse mist rising from below makes you close your eyes in reflex. As you open them, the eerie brightness of the sun makes you close them again, then squint as you raise your hands to filter it out. You are caught off-guard when the floor rocks and you fall on hard, wet wood.

“Hey landlubber! Find your sea legs, the Captain will see you now!”

The Goblin merchant standing before you signals impatiently while you struggled to secure your footing and follow them. Apparently, the vessel you are sailing on is high at sea; there is no land insight, and not a single cloud in the sky. A large bird is circling you from a great altitude, and its odd shape troubles you. The sailors are polishing life-sized golden figures adorning the railings around the bow.

In front of the cabin, a tall and bulky Orc is standing guard, obviously a lieutenant. He does not acknowledge your presence, but opens the door for your guide. Inside, a curious-looking goblin runs nervously from the door as you enter the room. Your eyes are struggling to accommodate to the darkness. Blinking, you see the table upon which navigation equipment is strung across an ancient-looking map  ^Flip. A large red lizard is shuffling across the floor and unto a wall. You hear the man before you can see him.

“Ah, very well, I was hoping you would come aboard. You see, we are headed to the Guild’s marketplace, hoping to conduct some fruitful business. A skilled individual such as yourself is an invaluable asset for this delicate acquisition  ^Flip. Have you brought the weapon?”

Although he is lurching over the table, the old man easily stands higher than you are. He seems vigorous, and oozes confidence and power. Secured to your back in a detailed leather scabbard, the ancient blade is calling for you. You nod silently as he raises his eyes to register your response.

“Great, have a nap while we approach the coast. At sundown we land, and by dawn we will have remade the world.”

Malcolm, Keen-Eyed Navigator &Breeches, Brazen Plunderer, Esquire

The Crimson Permanent Assurance | Malcolm&Breeches

"This door won’t open under the current stars. Come back when you have more experience."

As you are walking towards the horizon, the warms desert sand around seems to call to you.

”We have been waiting for you.”

You exit a stone doorway, startled by the calm but loud, heavily accented voice of a welcoming gentleman. As he leads the way, you struggle to assess your bearings. You are standing outside a military tent, at dusk. Remnant of a blood red sun is carving the outline of a surreal landscape. You turn slowly, and find yourself facing a handsome Warlord, seated in a large wooden chair, polishing a large blade.

As the sun sets completely, you feel shifting behind you, and without looking you know you are surrounded. As a sharp pain erupts from your neck, a beautiful woman in an ornate dress glides towards you, offering a warm, thick drink.

”It is an honor to be welcomed into our family. Now let’s get you suited up for this battle. Welcome to The Partnership!”

The Partnership | Edgar Markov

Nothing lies beyond this door, but the infinite void of space. Panicked, you mean to pull away from the portal, but there is nowhere left to return to, as the outer space seeped into the maze. Emerging from the darkness, basked in colorful lighs a radiant man is smiling with an extended hand.

“You have unraveled the very fabric of the Multiverse. Now I will teach you how to weave it into life anew, and eternal.”

Mesmerized by his shimmering gemmed gauntlet, you emerge in a beautiful cavern made of clear gemstone, wondering how you got there, but ready to learn the ancient mystical arts of conjuration.

Music of the Spheres | Jodah, Archmage Eternal