Would that you would plan some more.

Kalandor had spent a few days near the lay line, observing it. He noticed that near the water it went deeper, and appeared to weaken though it did not weaken. An oddity for later.

However, now as he sat, flicking the small meteor between his fingers, he let his mind wander.
The stone didn't speak much, it didn't like the lay-line, but it liked the thoughts Kalandor sent it. Finally he asked it-

"Well... Shall we try?"

Moments ticked by, stones where rarely fast to respond.
And then, he got a feeling of warmth and agreement.
That was all he needed.

Kalandor returned to the lay-line, moving to a small section that he had mentally mapped out.
Turning, he began to run down it, and slowly he tapped it.

Who says you cant fight destiny.

The Lay line felt itself tapped, and began resisting. That was expected.

Slowly Kalandor's arm began spiralling, piling on muscle while keeping the joint smooth.

The Lay line, however, was being tapped in it's direction, and guided up instead of into Kalandor (he had learned).

Forward, he could sense the pilar of energy, and his swings changed, becoming faster, yet they would reach a certain point at just the right time.

The line arced up, pointing up into the white city, on it's nightly orbit.

Kalandor's hand his the line, and he willed it to go, and he pushed as much power from himself and the Lay line as he thought he safely could.

He was wrong on that point.

His hand let go, hurling the stone high into the air as one thought struck it with a mass of divine power. Up, but as this happened, Kalandor slumped to the ground.

Nature Sees all, impassive but improving, seeking only to better itself, ignoring our plight.

The very air crackled around the stone, and Kalandor, tapping into his own ability to move sent his magic.
And as he fell unconscious, something wonderful and horrifying happened.
Space itself folded.
The air around the stone turned into a image of where the stone was transported to, even as the space around where the stone landed showed its origin, as the stone flew high past the disk, perhaps to the white city, perhaps not.

The stone was changed in its unnatural flight, yet, so where all the planes.
The veils between worlds thinned, Elders close to death had their souls slip through quietly, screaming men crying out in their body death throws where silent.
The Eldest shamans of the bestial, tapping into a world they barely knew, slipped through. A world of nature and fey uncaring.
Dreamers fell comatose, as those seeking the advice of the unconscious mind, would forever be in contact with it.
Those with the sparks of power, flared into strength, and Mages seeking their power tapped it.
Everywhere, beings seeking found, and doors opened beyond what they should have, for better or for worse. Whether or not it would return to normal... That was a different question.

((Acts))
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1 Major: Create the Levelling Stone. A smoothe meteoric stone, it is infused with a combination of the power wielded by the God of Travel, the Will of Baz'Auran, and that of the void. It seems to act as a leveller of will, in it's presence destiny and free will have equal influence, and magic is lessened increasing the power of 'brute' force. It also happens to weaken the 'skin' between planes with it's presence, making inter-planer travel (marginally) easier.

1 Minor: Send the Levelling Stone the the White City, or somewhere in the void, as per Dark's Wishes (undisclosed)


"All Men Are Born As Many Men"
And in the moment Kalandor lost conciousness, something strange happening.
Falling into unconsciousness, Kalandor split.

His soul, his essence, went with his damaged mind into the world of dreams, with the noise created in the real world, and severely weakened, he was simple as another dreamer, just another powerful one. He had attracted no notice yet, and it would be a little while until those that managed this plane took note.

His body however, went somewhere no god made, or knew of yet, where fey creatures rule, looking on at this world with detached interest. Whether or not the body drew attention was of no mortals knowledge, as it tumbled through undergrowth, coming to rest amongst the leaves of an oversized tree, comatose.

((Remaining Acts for Table Update))
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3 Ceromonies, 1 Minor.