Zebuxoruk

The Fabled Planes of Power Lore – Part 22 The Plane of Time

The Plane of Time is a mystery all in itself due to the cloud of endless energy that seems to envelop the entire plane. It is here that the gods of all realms reside in order to discuss their plans for Zebuxoruk who they have imprisoned for reasons unknown. The gods that represent the Planes of Influence and Nature have chosen to hold their meetings while trapped in time to discuss all relevant issues and to be free from any aggressors that may choose to attack them.

In the Plane of Time some creatures and mortals have remained for extremely long periods as a result of their curiosity or as a result of a punishment. Because of the resentment that these inhabitants have for those that are responsible for trapping them in time they are very eager to give whatever knowledge they can to aid adventurers in their exploration of the plane because one party's success may possibly lead to the liberation of all those trapped in the plane.

Armies and minions of unimaginable power reside in this plane serving as a last line of defense for any mortals that choose to defy the gods by trying to advance where it should not be possible. Once adventurers have chosen to progress towards the strongholds of these gods, they will certainly be greeted by monsters that are like nothing they have ever encountered before or been forced to defend themselves against.

The time bubble that holds Zebuxoruk is linked to four spires that are representing the four elements: Earth, Air, Fire, and Water.

Zebuxoruk, The Forsaken

My pity unto Thelin. His life on Norrath was a miserable one. As a young man he began to study the workings of fear inspired by Cazic-Thule. The workings had been translated for mortals by Zebuxoruk.

Pouring over the texts, Thelin felt his mind being invaded by Cazic. This information was not for mortal usage and the malevolent god stripped him of all his earthly belongings and cursed him to live in poverty and ruin.

He lived in the streets of Eastern Freeport, begging from those passing through the port. He sat quivering, propped up against a wall with one hand out as he watched the travelers pass by. None of them even gave him a second glance.

Several years would pass before a female dwarf would arrive to trade some of her family’s armor and weapons. She saw and took pity on Thelin. She knelt down, scratched her beard then began to rummage through her backpack. She then placed a jeweled dagger in his hand, smiled and returned to her former business.

This was the only gift that Thelin had received since the curse. It was beautifully crafted and would likely have fetched a handsome price upon the market. He decided to keep the dagger as it was such a kind gesture.

Later that eve, Thelin heard the calling of others that studied Zebuxoruk’s workings. He recognized the language they called out in.

He approached the men and explained he had studied the writings of Zebuxoruk. One of the shaded figures then began to mutter an incantation.