Good versus Evil. Those are the forces that most people think of when they think of opposing ideologies. A classic struggle between opposite ends of the spectrum. However, another conflict, just as old, has always raged as well.<br/><br/>Law versus Chaos.<br/><br/>For eons the multiverse has been balanced not only by Good and Evil, but by Law and Chaos. Law strives to make everything rigid and unbending, Chaos strives for utter randomness. Life can only exist somewhere in the middle. The Queen of Chaos, Tiamat, has always fought against the King of Order, her brother Bahamut. In a great battle, long ago, the Queen's Consort, and the General of her vast armies, faced off with the seven great Generals of Bahamut.<br/><br/>Miska the Wolf Spider challenged the Wind Dukes, the Angels of Bahamut. Their battle raged for days until the Rod of Law, a powerful weapon blessed by Bahamut himself, was driven into Miska. Impaled on the weapon Miska's blood, a material of utter Chaos, shattered the Rod and scattered the parts throughout the Planes.<br/><br/>This effect also teleported Miska away to an undisclosed dimension. It locked him away, and the Rod, now scattered, is the only way that he can be freed. The Chaos Queen plans to do just that, and has set her Wolf Demons to find the pieces.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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<br/>​</div>In the land of Golarion, the land of Numeria is ruled by a man simply known as the Black Sovereign. Once a man called Korvus, a warlord of renown, Korvus has slowly changed over time. Now seemingly obsessed with law and order, he rules Numeria with an iron fist. However, the land is too vast and varied for everyone to bend to his control, and so the Black Sovereign intends to expand his power and influence.<br/><br/>None know what has caused this change in their King, but he certainly has made the land peaceful, despite the misgivings many have. The land has little criminal activity, and those that are found to be operating outside the law meet a swift end. Some approve of this but many do not.<br/><br/>As with most things, the answers and solutions to the problems in Numeria are not simple, nor easy. The Black Sovereign has sent out word across Golarion that he seeks the most powerful of adventurers, those highly skilled in their craft. Many answer the call.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/33dk5hG.gif" title="33dk5hG.gif">
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<br/>​</div>The oddly diamond-shaped of Nerosyan had been where Marek had spent the last week or so. The wandering monk was well received in the city, and his healing methods were praised highly by those he helped. The city was a strategic defense for all of Golarian against the Worldwound, the rift from which demons often attacked out of the Abyss itself. Korvus, the Black Sovereign, has pledged himself to the war in the north, pledged himself and his men to combat the demonic hordes that threaten Golarion. But he needs a weapon to help him do so, and the King's messengers spread this information.<br/><br/>Hearing the plea of the King, and knowing that he could be of some help, Marek answered the call, and made his way to Starfall. The city was home to over thirty thousand souls, and despite the poverty in many of the streets, the palace exuded decadence of an almost inhuman magnitude. The<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/n91puwA.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Black Sovereign</a>himself sat on a massive throne, his dark armor gilded heavily in gold.<br/><br/>Looking around at the opulence of the surroundings, Marek could see several other people that seemed to have answered the call; a few knights in their shining armor, a dark feline woman, a few elves... all seemed capable, and Marek made sure that the platinum marker that showed he was an expert in his field was showing.