al' Aljibal

In a cavern buried deep down below the deepest part of the city, sits a dungeon far more ancient than all the world. And in this dungeon lies a single cell, dark and lonely. This cell is covered so thoroughly in sealing talismans, arcane wards, and various other magical charms and protective sigils that were it not for the clear indications marked in various places warning curious eyes to stay away, you may think it nothing more than a heap of trash.

But it is far more than that, and attesting to that fact is the terrible, horrible miasma that flows from that place. In spite of all the restrictive, restraining barriers, there is still a terrible essence flowing out from that place. For so long it has been dormant, still, unmoving. Passive in it's restraint, this thing, this entity, has done nothing more than cause an ill omen of death and far worse to seep out of the stones in this place.

And then, with the rumbling of an avalanche, the trembling of a volcano, and all the other portents of a calamity soon to pass, the sleeping beast awoke, and all the world can feel the like of a single, great eye opening and peering out upon them.

There is an outpouring of energy, potent and ruinous, that flows from that place, and a whisper.

"Power... Endless and almighty... Come and Claim it."

That lone whisper, echoes across the land, across creation. It sends with it an image, a city in the desert, on a small world where magic stands in place of technology.

And then one last image plants itself in the minds of those strong enough to sense the psychic emanations of an ancient and powerful force. Behind the cell door sits a weapon, impaled into the ground, and bound in countless chains and endless talismans and magical seals.

The image of the weapon burns with a power great enough to conquer entire stars. All you need do is claim it.