The Traveler call goes out first. Through the ring is Occubus voice for the first time in a long time. For those without their rings the voice is delivered in the exact same manner regardless of Mind Block, mystic shielding or any other kind of wacky dimensional shit. It travels out across the planes, through various dimensions and indeed even time but it gets to all Travelers. Even many who may not have considered themselves a Traveler get the message. Oddly it carries not only the typical audio message but an emotional one, the feeling of an actual presence.

"Greetings and salutations motherfuckers. Please stop what your doing and listen if at all possible. If your actively engaged in combat, unconscious or some such this message will repeat every thirty minutes until you acknowledge it.

Thoth is dead. He killed himself and Netosa using the energy to wake up Xy. There is also a horde of 30,000 barbarians at the gate as the old saying goes. Everyone recieving this needs to report for the immediate defense of Kylterran. We will soon be meeting to discuss what this means for us, to brainstorm and to plan. In the meantime concentrate more on what's going on inside the city. The army while significant could be a diversionary tactic.

A couple last quick items of importance please bring any and all boons, treasures, trinkets or weapons that you recieved from or are even remotely related to Thoth or the Old Ones. Inhoffe will place them in a special chamber. I can quickly and easily verify whether or not they will turn on us or are otherwise trapped. Lastly bring all Green Magic creatures you have at your disposal or destroy them if it's not convenient and make sure to bring your amulets.

This confluence of recent events was the inevitability the Travelers have been waiting for. We may have hoped as we built families and community that this time would pass us but we deep down we knew. This is why we are. Days ahead will be full of terror, misery, pain an unspeakable violence. But they are the anvil on which we have forged ourselves into a precise weapon. The end of a great epoch is upon us. The time is coming for us to truly make our presence felt."
This message was last edited by the player at 19:11, Mon 08 May 2017.

In a underground chamber far beneath the streets of Credia, Ferret is sitting in a comfy throne on a dias wearing one of those swirly Walroo robes. He has a large ledger book in his lap and a quill pen in the other working on his accounts. On his face is a look of surprise, then fear followed by anger and ending with resignation.

"Dammit. That is inconvenient and I never signed any kind of contract or... Dammit I dont even have one of the rings... Fine i'm coming."

Sitting at my desk after just finishing a business meeting with Loki I will respond back to Occubus.
     "I will send one of my avatars with the gem. I felt the pull on magic, but I am still in control of the magic on our world. Since only Luk & yourself know about that I would appreciate that you keep it quite. I don't want Raistlin knowing about my control just yet. I will have to be destroyed before I lose control & I have contingences for that.
     I have made a deal with Loki to get your missing piece of soul back so I will get back to you as soon as it is taken care of. I had already been working on a plan for Loki & Raistlin. Now that Raistlin has gone rogue Loki is not happy so he is willing to make a deal. I know the world that Raistlin is from and he has family still on it. He has a twin brother that might make a good bargaining chip. If he is trying to become the god of magic he will soon realize that something or someone is keeping him from having full control of our magic. So we need to keep him off the trail as long as we can."
This message was last edited by the player at 17:58, Mon 10 Apr 2017.

"Yes... I felt it. I will attend father."