Total Party Kill

Taking place after the great battle concluding the third campaign, a select few of our heroes are unexpectedly abducted by "the M.C." (Malvolio Contreras)

It's only been months since the historical event known as the Catatheosis transpired (the very pantheon of Exandria vanishing from the realm to be born in mortal form to escape the hunger of Predathos, the God Eater). In the aftermath of this chaos, many facets of society (and the reaction to adjust) is seen in both robust and mysterious ways. Refugees from the red moon Ruidus seek to explore their new home and integrate with the societies that will have them, whie those that remain amongst their wind-sheared homelad work to rebuild Ruidian society, either as an opportunity for a better future or to reclaim the proud tyranny of the Weave Mind.
On Exandria, the any temples of Vasselheim developed protocols to seek out the reborn deities, desperate to establish counsel and guidance within the divine before darker minds and interests can snuff out the life of the Primes as they discover their lives and purpose.
The legendary protectors of the realm, Vox Machina, wrestle with the responsibility of their titles in a world now thrown into a new age of growing change and chaos.
The subversive guardians known as the Mighty Nein work to quell dangerous opportunism in a time where ancient dangers grow unsealed alongside new powers seeking to seize the vacuum.
A complicated chosen called Bell's Hells flee from the most zealous factions of Vasselheim and deep worship (labeled by some as heretics and criminals of the doctrines of the faithful). It's in these times where ancient magic and arcane seals of old remain broken in the wake of the Malleus Solstice. Sometimes overwhelming power finds those whom even fate might deem dangerously unworthy.
With that we come to Whitestone. Here in the later evening of the beautiful valley that surrounds the city of Whitestone, the shaded shapes of the Alabaster Sierras visible from beyond the windows. Here in the war room of Castle Whitestone, the heroes of Vox Machina gather amongst allies. Circling the central table amongst them, Sean Gilmore, Lady Allura Vysoren, Lady Kima of Vord, and Cassandra de Rolo. As they discuss how best to deal with this new age and the adaptation of those who live near and far. As Cassandra slams her hand on the table,
"Friends, best we can hear in these spaces, most of Taldorei is still rife with misinformation and misunderstanding. There is a challenge of how best to make people feel comfortable; to not let panic ensue. I'm going to be honest, outside of us here within this city, most people look up to you, the protectors of the realm. We ask you and Lady Allura..."
"Of course, everyone asks me."
"...we think we might have a plan for locally in Whitestone, but what do you think is best across Tal'Dorei?"