Arrival

[letsplayamod]

The moment is a bit different for everyone. Perhaps you were just minding your own business somewhere, others may have been in more... dire circumstances. Regardless, you were approached by a figure you can't quite picture, and they offered you an accord; in exchange for aiding them in the healing of a world lost to chaos, you would be granted something almost unheard of. Godhood.

And each of you said yes, more or less.

A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.

The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.

If you are reading this, than our deal has been made. You've awoken in a place that will surely feel strange, so I want you to take some time to acclimate. Meet with the others. Breathe. I shall be along shortly.

-A

Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.

But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.

Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.

Comments

[taintedfayth]

You speak of fate? Perhaps it is.

[A little smile, almost amused.]

It is a flattering thought, is it not? To think that we were destined for such responsibility... we must be sure to act in a manner befitting of this honor.

[markofnobility]

It is! Of course, I have spent my life acting as the pinnacle of nobility! So shouldering such a status will change little in how I maintain myself.

[taintedfayth]

[Seymour glances at Ferdinand's statue, and... ah. Yes, it does say as much on the plaque.]

I see... so the words on these plaques are true, then. I had been wondering.

[markofnobility]

Mine are in the very least, yes.

[He glances at his own, frowning slightly]

Noting me as having 'used' to be as such is... true, if a bit unkind to rub in.

[taintedfayth]

Mine are as well, so I believe it a safe assumption that this holds true for the others.

[He's got nothing to hide here.]

Although some of these choices for likes and facts do seem to be rather... pointed.

[markofnobility]

If A made these they certainly do not hold back, do they?

[taintedfayth]

Not at all.

[A slight laugh.]

I suppose this is preparation for the sort of public judgment we will face as gods.

[markofnobility]

Hm. True. To stand the tallest is to be in everyone's view.

[taintedfayth]

Indeed. [...] It would seem A has chosen their gods well.

[markofnobility]

I hope so. I truly do.

[taintedfayth]

Time will tell, as in all things. Still, I take heart in the fact that at least some among us have experience in guiding others.

[Is he looking directly at Ferdinand as he says this? Maybe.]

[markofnobility]

[he preens a bit under the attention]

Though if all goes well hopefully we will not any intense leadership.

[taintedfayth]

Let us hope so.

[smash cut to a few days later--]