A powerful magical artifact has been lost in the vastness of interplanar space, and its creator is a bit miffed. The fact that it seems to be damaged probably doesn't have anything to do with it. The fact that he is a literal god, and his power seems to be leaking through it might, though.

The additional fact that the rest of the pantheon has flatly forbidden him to go after it himself out of fear of sparking an interplanar war with whatever local gods rule the area and might sense his presence almost definitely does.

But he knows just the cheeky mortal to send on a retrieval mission.

*Crossover with Norrath, the setting for the EverQuest games (you know, the one that started the whole MMORPG genre?)
*sex tag for innuendo and suggestive jokes only. This story will not result in the clippety-clop of little half-elven hooves galloping around Ponyville. Unless my druid is significantly freakier than I realized...

Consider this a rough draft. When I actually get some free time, the first couple chapters are going to be reoutlined, rewritten, reorganized, and replaced. It was the first thing I'd written in 10-12 years; had to blow the rust off. And boy was there a lot of it! (This message will go away after that occurs)