Navigator of Worlds

The Navigator stands in the middle of a storm of machinery, his own creation, the great Orrery of Worlds. His moreno hands flash as he draws mystic gestures in the air and mutters the words of power.

The huge machine fills a grand hall in Chagroth's Tower, great jeweled orbs, and spinning gears dancing to the Navigator's symphony of power.

The Navigator begins to call out commands to his assistants:

"Wheelmen, watch the Mondas Orb. The diurnal motions are a degree off."

"Steersman, lock the tellurion, I have the course set for Sevenfold."

Power converged in the room, the tower vibrated, reality began to hum. The ocean currently in the Pit began to slowly flash, matching the color of the deep blue granite sphere, the focus of the manifest.

Right as dawn breaks, the Navigator completes the Ritual of Manifestation. In the Pit, with a rumbling thrum, the ocean disappears, replaced by a mountainous pillar of stone stretching up impossibly into the sky.

The Navigator falls to his knees, rubbing his hands, and sighing in relief as he relaxes his hold on the power to move a world.

The dao merchants come out of tunnels in the rock, the Elemental Plane of Earth is ready to trade.