War is coming…

The iron-like smell of blood is beginning to fill the air as outbreaks of attacks on cities of the mainland become more and more frequent. The planes of evil have once again waged against each other, and the Angels are trying desperately but ineffectively to keep it from spilling over onto the material plane. Meanwhile many of the cities remain unaware or in denial of impending war. Small hamlets disappear into oblivion and minor towns must be on constant vigil to escape the same fate. An unlikely band of allies has come together aiding in preventing the coming storm.

What can they do to stop the fading bounds between planes?

Only they will decide.

Planar Bounds Fading

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