Immortal Impatience
12-12-2015, 07:23 AM
Once you were merely a god amongst a pantheon, squabbling with your innumerable and equally immortal equals over how the world should be shaped year after year. Empowered by the worship of lesser beings, you fought for their attentions with blessings and destructive wrath alike, hoping to win their prayers and sacrifices for your name over that of your siblings. You were very good at doing so. Too good, in fact. From what you can only surmise to be the jealousy of your peers, they banded together to bring you low and cast you out of their halls of godhood. Though you yourself could never be destroyed, your temples and idols could. Chained in the deepest dungeon that they could reach, they locked you away from your followers and annihilated every vestige of you from the world while you languished in your impenetrable prison. You could feel the power fade away as your people ceased their once bountiful worship, your many-layered shackles serving as your only anchor to life in the perfect silence and darkness of your cell.
Years passed. Left alone with only your mind and memories for comfort, you cannot even try to guess how many. You would spend weeks doing nothing but screaming or months rending your flesh against the chains, but most of your time was spent in silent introspection. You fashioned a model of the world in your head and pictured the revenge you would inflict on those who had wronged you countless times. Eventually, even this was not enough. The once intricate scenarios became fevered dreams, some lacking sense and others lacking even sensible form. In your diminished divinity, you questioned numerous times whether you were going mad. Perhaps you already had.
It was in the midst of one of these fits that you first felt the divine chains that could show no fault begin to weaken. As a result, it took long hours - perhaps days - before you tested your strength against them, only to find the material that should have been imbued with the divine power of all of your rivals was mere metal. You cannot say how long it took to free yourself from the confines of the planar cell, but time no longer held quite the same meaning for you. Through the aether you flew back to the world in which you were once worshipped, feeling the pull of your shattered temples like a siren's call that drew you ever forward. In what seemed like an instant of flight, you had returned.
The world, however, was different. You knew already that your temples would be no more, but worse still there was no sign of your people at all. Whether they had been wiped out, moved on, or simply evolved into an unrecognizable form, you could not sense a single shred of those who had once been devoted to your divine form. Stranger still, the powers of those who had once bound you was also missing. You will need to find out what sort of powers there are in this at once familiar and alien place, but whether you will find the opportunity for revenge for your unjust usurpation or new rival deities to overcome, one fact remains the same - you must first gather worship by convincing some of the native creatures to place their faith in you with what little divine power you have.
Will you create a signal to draw any potential worshippers to you, or seek out a favored people or nation to bless? If the former, what dreams or messages will you use? If the latter, what people will you seek to become your first new followers?
Years passed. Left alone with only your mind and memories for comfort, you cannot even try to guess how many. You would spend weeks doing nothing but screaming or months rending your flesh against the chains, but most of your time was spent in silent introspection. You fashioned a model of the world in your head and pictured the revenge you would inflict on those who had wronged you countless times. Eventually, even this was not enough. The once intricate scenarios became fevered dreams, some lacking sense and others lacking even sensible form. In your diminished divinity, you questioned numerous times whether you were going mad. Perhaps you already had.
It was in the midst of one of these fits that you first felt the divine chains that could show no fault begin to weaken. As a result, it took long hours - perhaps days - before you tested your strength against them, only to find the material that should have been imbued with the divine power of all of your rivals was mere metal. You cannot say how long it took to free yourself from the confines of the planar cell, but time no longer held quite the same meaning for you. Through the aether you flew back to the world in which you were once worshipped, feeling the pull of your shattered temples like a siren's call that drew you ever forward. In what seemed like an instant of flight, you had returned.
The world, however, was different. You knew already that your temples would be no more, but worse still there was no sign of your people at all. Whether they had been wiped out, moved on, or simply evolved into an unrecognizable form, you could not sense a single shred of those who had once been devoted to your divine form. Stranger still, the powers of those who had once bound you was also missing. You will need to find out what sort of powers there are in this at once familiar and alien place, but whether you will find the opportunity for revenge for your unjust usurpation or new rival deities to overcome, one fact remains the same - you must first gather worship by convincing some of the native creatures to place their faith in you with what little divine power you have.
Will you create a signal to draw any potential worshippers to you, or seek out a favored people or nation to bless? If the former, what dreams or messages will you use? If the latter, what people will you seek to become your first new followers?
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