The Outcasts' Alternate Universes & Hellscapes

TEASE TWO

In a realm that defied the bounds of time and space, where the very edges of universes blurred and melded into a dreamlike tapestry, a peculiar congregation of cosmic overseers gathered, simply called 'Them'. These enigmatic entities served as the guardians and shepherds of alternate realities, bearing the solemn responsibility of upholding the delicate equilibrium that governed the sprawling multiverse.

Amid this ethereal domain, where the colours of existence swirled like the shifting strokes of an otherworldly painter's brush, the council convened. They manifested as ever-changing, luminous entities, their forms in a perpetual state of flux, embodying the diverse potentialities that resided within the multiverse.

Drifting above a shimmering, crystalline platform, their collective consciousness resonated in a harmonious symphony of thoughts that transcended mere words. These cosmic stewards were acutely aware of the unsettling perturbations coursing through the multiverse, akin to seismic ripples that threatened to tear the very fabric of their boundless reality asunder.

The council's preeminent figure, the Weaver of Realities, projected a silent contemplation that rippled through their assembly. "Our multiverse teeters upon the precipice of calamity," the unspoken thought reverberated, echoing softly within the minds of each cosmic entity. "Swift and unerring action is imperative to stave off the impending cataclysm."

The Council of Divergent Realities assembled before them to deliberate on the dire circumstances. Among their ranks stood emissaries hailing from an eclectic array of universes: manifestations of luminescence and obscurity, ephemeral spirits and sentient machinations, embodiments of elemental forces and cryptic cosmic entities. Each bore witness to the unique paradigms of their respective realms.

A radiant being of energy, Princess Starlight, spoke with a voice that twinkled like a celestial choir. "The very threads that intertwine our multiverse are fraying," she asserted. "We must endeavour to mend these rifts before they sunder the tapestry of our existence."

Drystan, an entity ensconced within a multifaceted crystal, interjected, "Interdimensional travel has been strictly forbidden for a reason; it poses an existential threat to the multiverse's stability. But when the cosmos stands on the precipice, we may be left with no recourse."

A contemplative silence descended upon the council as they weighed the gravity of their predicament. To sanction emissaries to traverse the multiverse was an extraordinary concession, a deviation from the bedrock principles that had long governed their domain. Nevertheless, the imminent peril that loomed over their existence necessitated a bold departure from convention.

In the end, it was Zorbanbom, an ancient, zombified being, who proposed a resolution. "Let us dispatch emissaries, bound by an unshakable covenant: their sole purpose shall be to restore order amidst the chaos, with no room for personal gain or exploitation of the multiverse."

The council members nodded unanimously, their luminous forms pulsating with newfound resolve.

The decision was cast in stone, and emissaries would be summoned from the countless corners of existence, united by a sacred mission to confront the encroaching turmoil and to safeguard the intricate tapestry of their multiverse.