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

profiles

[pariunt]

...Perhaps so.

[Astarion glances at his own profile warily. There's multiple things on it that he'd prefer not be mentioned whatsoever.]

You'd think our host would want to be more encouraging.

[atu709]

Not exactly looking forward to telling my story whenever someone sees that I'm undead. If these are meant to be icebreakers, though, I suppose they do the trick.

[pariunt]

Well, mine comes right out and says I'm a vampire, so we're in like company.

[And to think, the first time, he'd done what he could to keep that fact hidden until he couldn't hide it anymore.]

[atu709]

Seems that way. Well, if undead is how our host wants the gods, there are worse things we could do than oblige.

gmail, why did you hide this from me

[pariunt]

Indeed!

I'd hate to disappoint. It'd be a complete shame, otherwise.

these things happen!

[atu709]

At least it's not something tacky like "Goddess of Coffins" or what have you. "Goddess of Not Drinking Water." "Goddess of The Feeling You Get When Someone Touches You With Their Very Cold Hands."

[pariunt]

[Astarion lets out a laugh. Not like the forced little giggles he's done before, but an honest laugh.]

Gods, could you imagine?

I could have been the "God of Drinking Blood" or the "God of Can't Go Out In The Sun".

[atu709]

"God of Not Going Swimming in the River or Touching Pointy Sticks." Just terribly on the nose.

[pariunt]

"God of no Reflections"!

I suppose we have our host to thank for having titles that aren't so distasteful.

[atu709]

There's truly something to thank every host for if you're desperate enough to be polite.

[pariunt]

There's nothing like sticking to the most basic standard of decency, isn't there?

[He manages to sound quite sincere, but his grin gives away the sarcasm.]