Warning: Important plot elements intended for Game Masters only are revealed here, and will be the subject of a future campaign.
Okotade had worked well since his passage through the Gate. He had erased all traces of his presence so that no one would have an indiscreet eye on him. The malfeasance he had masked for a long time while still residing in the Absolute had allowed him to attract Entropy into this plane of harmony. They had then fused and created the Gate, the only way out of this place so painful, so far removed from their new essence.
After the passage through the gate, their union had burst forth to give birth to two entities as malevolent as each other: Saoch and Rourehr. They then began to create worlds as dark as they were horrific, bathed in the darkness that shrouded their essence.
In the eternal night of some Realms or in the red glow of the skies tinged with screams in others, the most powerful howled with machiavellian laughter. Conspiracies and malfeasances conceived in these cursed places had many times reached their unmentionable goals, and others were in the process of reflection. In these horrific worlds, the downfall of Realms was plotted at every moment out of jealousy, perversity, or villainy.
They were the first Realms to have discovered the portals and especially the first to have mastered them, perhaps because of their affinity with chaos and malfeasance. And their desires were common despite their differences and oppositions: to dominate the Realms or to destroy them.
This had resulted in the rooting of initially trivial conflicts, the overthrow of political systems thought just and stable, the annihilation of entire galaxies. The voices emanating from these sinister Realms whispered in the ears of the gullible, the egocentric, the paranoid, all those in search of power, guiding them with an invisible hand towards their doom. All these creatures were so manipulable…
But a thorn had materialized in their bellicose foot, twirling it with permanent pain: the World Travelers. These creatures from the Absolute, that initial Realm so dull and monotonous, were born everywhere and apparently had only one goal: to stand in the way of the march of Chaos and Horror.