And now all they have to do is find Melkor.
Cam worldleaps from Evil Arda, over and over, performing abbreviated versions of the standard new universe checks (inhabited? alts? magic? tech? dire emergencies?) followed by attempting to conjure the current form or surroundings of Evil Arda's Melkor. As with jumps from Edda, he turns up a lot of Stuff, for a value of Stuff that means the checks result in "yes, no, meh, enh, put it on the list" and no immigrant evil deities.
He's on his fifteenth try when he manages, somehow, to land on a planet, in a cornfield, where he is promptly yelled at by short barefoot people until he flies out of their cornfield. He lands by a nice little creek, starts checking for alts - 'habitable' being a clear yes. Gets nothing. Oh well. He flies on, looking for more cosmopolitan bits of civilization than random corn farming midgets. Tries to start his computer on the way to compose a preliminary report for the folks back home.
It won't turn on.
Six hours later a disgruntled demon is knocking on a palace door.
The person knocking on the palace door has wings and a tail and it is quite possible they are very dangerous, which is hardly a reason not to open the door for them. They send a runner off to tell someone of importance what's going on and they open the door and smile pleasantly and welcome Cam to the kingdom of Nolordel.
The King is now seventy-eight and doesn't sit audiences very often; his oldest son does, but is occupied. After some handwringing and some rushed and incomplete summaries his son agrees to go meet the eccentric winged person of uncertain provenance who is waiting patiently in one of the reception rooms.
So he does. "Hello. Ferardrin. If you introduced yourself it somehow escaped my staff."
This is actually not the most ridiculous thing that has ever happened. Does mean to step carefully, though, around someone in pursuit of an evil god. "...okay," he says. "Welcome to the prime material plane, I suppose? Is the evil god around, are there precautionary measures it wouldn't be useless to take?"
"I can manage to not scream at you but please do not actually do things that involve your extraplanar powers, this is an inhabited area and also I think my father'd rather fall apart even if no one died but us. If the world's breaking things you try that's a sign you should stop.
You could get a headband for intelligence but I do not think even the very highest end of those gives one an eidetic memory."
"Things that haven't been a problem you can keep using, though if they start being a problem stop. Maybe your home universe likes you and lets you get away with a lot more, but are you really unfamiliar with the concept that trying to find exploits in the universe is dangerous?"
"It's true on every plane we've ever heard of. But it certainly is a here thing, regardless of whether it's only a here thing. The universe does not like people looking for exploits; if you are lucky it will just break things when you try. If you are not lucky you will die, or the physical regularities you were trying to exploit will stop being such. There is a place south of here where some idiot tried to measure whether all objects fall at the same speed, and for a mile around down is up."
"He was thirteen, but yeah. ..I actually think thirteen was the third time but it was the time they couldn't resurrect him no matter what they tried.
If there are planes where he's alive it would be really lovely to get to speak to him. I think the King still grieves him, and I know my father does."
"...there are planes where he's alive yes."
"No? Well, the other versions of our family wouldn't have grown up seeing what losing him did to the rest of us."
"I guess I would. Usually have cousins.
Okay. We'll want to meet them anyway but I'll try to manage everyone's expectations."