Xander [Eternals]

In Xander, a world where the the plane itself seems to be a merger between countless strange worlds, the world has been split into countless factions, some major, some minor. Whatever might have happened for it to end up this way, the inhabitants are now in an era of worship, worship of strength, truth? and fame, but more so, worship of... Ancient... Gods?

Xander, which seems immune to physics, is skewed and unbelievable, where anything is known to happen. Yet still, strange things are happening.

|...Strange... Stange things are... Happening? ...How strange...|, mutters a tawny, lean boy standing in the midst of a grassy green meadow and gazing at the colourless, bland... sky?

|...[snickering] ... half-brother, you are too slow, keep up! [snort, contempt-filled ridiculing laugh]. Else we will be late-later than we already are.|, a fairer taller boy, sharing facial resemblance with the first kid, with his hands on his hips, and in the midst of rubbing his face on the-as-tall-as-two-average-men-grass in the meadow, calls out to the smaller kid lagging a great five miles behind him. He seems to either, have noticed the wierdness of the vicinity, and still didnt give a damn, or he seems to not have noticed it. Either way, the whole of the meadow seems to have been caught... In a much, much, grander plan...