This thread is a component of the "History of the Planes" Project. It's getting a seperate thread because this is going to be an important 'fluff' component to UPS. Also, I've already mapped out what takes place in this conflict. So instead of a big brainstorm, I'll post a first draft of the Pantheon War, and the rest of you can rip it to shreads...I mean, give constructive feedback.
So without further to do.
*booming thunder*
THE PANTHEON WAR
Prelude: The event that marks the end of the Post-Faction War Era to the tumultous time known as "The Great Unhinging" is known in the Norse mythos as 'Fimbulwinter'. Fenris, freed from his prison on Canceri, travelled to the Plane of Fire. Once there, the Wolf began to feed on the primal energy of that Inner Plane for three years. Across the Multiverse, especially on Ysgard and Primes where the Norse had significant followers, temperatures fell as the power of Fire was diminished. Even Sigil, usually cushioned from the flexing of divine power on the Planes, was chilled in the long winter.
Norse prophecy told that the Battle of Ragnorak would follow Fimbulwinter. The reach of Fenris' icy grip had many powers that the Asgardians could drag more than their immediate foes with them into the Silvery void. Perhaps sensing their anxiety, Odin One-Eye sent the heads of the other pantheons a cryptic message:
"Seen or not, I have seen your fate on the field; but off the field, all remains unseen."
The most common interpretation, was that as long as non-Norse powers didn't become involved in Ragnorak, they did not have to worry about becoming a victim of it. Consequently, most other pantheons took steps to insure that their followers were kept out of the war between the Asgard and its enemies.
A Question of Perspective: Two pantheons, though, felt that it was not enough to just protect their own. On the Plane of Arborea, Corellon Larethian, the Elf Father, and Zeus, King of Mount Olympus, met secretly to discuss the coming of Ragnorak. Aside from taking steps to keep the battle from spilling over the Planar boundaries, the two high-ups decided it was necessary to provide refuge for non-combatant followers of the Norse deities. The Greek and Elven powers would argue that it was morally unjustified to do nothing while an entire civilization was exterminated. Despite competing for worshipers, many powers in the pantheons had developed relationships: helping them or their successors get on their feet when the dust settles was a matter of friendship. Shortly after the meeting, the two powers gave instructions to their kin and their clerics to carry out the plan.
A few powers, especially the Gnomish pantheon, felt that their peers made a valid point. The other pantheons, however, had serious issues with this plan. On numerous primes, the Olympians were being embraced by civilizations that were proving to be masters at the art of building enduring empires. The Egyptians and the Celts, feeling pressure from these civilizations, saw this as nothing more than a grab for even more worshippers by the Greeks (or Romans, as they were beginning to be called). Meanwhile, the Dwarves felt snubbed at being left out of the plan-afterall, Norse and Dwarven cultures tended to be in close proximity to each other, and one legend even suggests that Moradin forged Mjolnir, Thor's famed warhammer.
Most important, however, was that the plan Corellon and Zeus came up with violated the Divine Compact. The Compact is an agreement between all the powers meant to keep competition for worshippers from escalating into full-blown warfare. As part of the Compact, powers of one pantheon were not allowed to provide aid to the worshippers (as a group) of powers from another pantheon, if the second pantheon was at war with a third party. This rule both discourages predatory tactics and keeps a limited conflict from escalating to involve the entire Multiverse.
Facing an impasse, the pantheons agreed to send their high-ups to meet at the base of the Spire to work out a compromise...
Coming next: the conference at the Spire.
When a special Divine Gathering between pantheons is called for, each divine community typically sends its High-up. For the Egyptians, this posed a unique problem. Thanks to Fimbulwinter, the Sun God Ra was seriously weakened. Not wanting to take the risk of going to the Spire in such a state, Ra ordered that Isis go in his stead. Having the most contacts outside of the Pantheon after Ra him self, the goddess of magic was the logical choice to go to the Divine Gathering.
There was one Egyptian power that was uncomfortable with sending Isis: her son Horus. The god of Vengence knew all too well of Zeus' penchant for adulterous affairs. If the Thunderer couldn't control his desire for mortal females, he would surely try to take a foreign goddess-especially when his watchful Queen can't keep him in line. Horus knew better than to openly dispute the edict of the Sun King of Heliopolis. He was not about to allow Zeus to bring dishonor to the powers of the Nile, though. In secret, the Son of Isis went to the Spire ahead of his mother and set up a hiding spot to watch over the Divine Gathering.
The Defiler's Record: During the Pantheon War, the opposing sides adopted their own interpretation of the events at the Divine Gathering. Fortunately for truth-seekers, a community of Athar lived at the Spire's base at that time. Equal in their contempt for all the participants, the writen record preserved by the Lost (first written in the journal of a factotum whose name is now forgotten) is generally accepted as the definitive version of what transpired. Below is an abbreviated version that lacks the long-winded rants he makes against the powers:
"...We saw six beings approach the Spire: two Celestia-ward, two Elysium-ward, and two Arborea-ward. Even from afar, we could tell that these were powers. The enclave quickly moved to the other side of the Spire-though their ability to mimick divinity was greatly reduced here, we were not eager to test those limits! Even as my family evacuated the house we built not long ago, however, my curiosity bade me to stay-when else in my short life was I going to get the opportunity to witness a meeting of powers? Under the pretense of stubbornly protecting my home (laughable in this particular circumstance), I remained behind to bear witness to this secret cabal...I wasn't alone in my foolishness, though of all the barmies that stayed to see it, they agreed that I saw more than anyone else...
"...If luck truely existed (beyond the parroting of scatter-brained 'gods'), I had it today. The six powers gathered at the corner right outside of my dwelling! Peeking from a curtain, I was able to identify the six attendents: the haughty Corellon, Daghda the meddlesome, Glittergold the jester, manipulative Isis, Moradin the grouch, and unfaithful Zeus. From what I could tell, they had no interest in the empty town at the base of the Spire...Their discussion was Ragnorak, and how to rescue those about to throw their lives away for a bunch of powers who are doomed anyway. Not surprising-if a gang of cross-traders gets put in the dead-book, why let their duped marks drift away? Corellon, Glittergold, and Zeus appeared to be on one side of the issue, Daghda, Isis, and Moradin on the other...
"...I wasn't surprised to notice that the Thunderer had something else on his mind at the meeting. From the start, he looked very interested in Isis. Like a feline (what a perfect metaphor for Egyptian powers!), Isis toyed with the lust-filled Zeus, sensing a point of leverage ready to be exploited. As the other powers became engrossed in debate, my eyes were fastened on the strange contest between the Heliopolitan and the Olympian-the former looking for political advantage, the later seeking sexual conquest...Just as this battle was about to reach a tipping point, the meeting was interrupted the sound of wooden boards splintering. When my eyes shifted to the source of the sound, my jaw dropped: bursting through the wall of the house across from my was a seventh power-Horus, son of Isis! The hawk-headed hothead took an impressive leap and landed between right beside Zeus, his eyes demanding vengence."
"Time moved slowly as I soaked in the details of the moment unfurling before me-Horus pulling his right fist back; the punch slamming into Zeus' jaw; blood spilling from the Thunderer's mouth; gravel flying everywhere as his body crashed to the ground. I couldn't believe it; with hundreds of millions of souls at stake, these so-called 'gods' were behaving no better than a gang of bubbers...
"...Corellon had his blade out almost as soon as his colleague Zeus was down. He leveled it at Horus as he accused the three he had been arguing with of betraying himself and Zeus. The hot-head responded with a nasty comment regarding the Spider Queen. Right when it looked that Corellon was going to deliver a rebuttal at sword point, a horn was sounded. Across the Outer Planes and perhaps the entire Multiverse. Heimdall's horn.
"Ragnorak had begun.
"With the help of Corellon (and even Glittergold), Zeus was lifted to his feet. His pearly-white beard was now stained by his own blood. As the two groups departed, promises of revenge were shouted between the parties. Mabye they will follow the lead being set by the Asgard...Overall, this was the fifth-best day of my life, after my marriage and the birth of my three children."