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]

I would think it would depend on whether or not they were official texts.

[Scriptures or teachings, for example, would be far more likely to have multiple copies in existence.]

But writings such as research or personal records... they may well be the only ones. What a pity... there could be a vast amount of knowledge lost to these ashes.

[literarybehemoth]

This does seem like an old temple, so perhaps it is mostly religious texts. But even then, if you find early church writings you learn more about the historical development of things and the thought going on there that may not have survived the various ecumenical councils and repressions...

[he sighs. that's all so exciting....]

I suppose it is something to ask our mysterious host about.

[taintedfayth]

You wish to incorporate that knowledge into your own role as a god, then? A wise idea... the people might be far more inclined to revere a god who has a solid understanding of the history of this world and the nature of its religions. After all, is understanding not the very foundation of respect?

[He certainly knows quite a few things about that...]

[literarybehemoth]

...ah. Right. That.

[...]

I was more interested in the books themselves. My antiquarian faculty friends would love these, even removed from my own academic interest in the subject.

[taintedfayth]

Hmm...

[He raises one clawed hand to his chin, thinking.]

Well, if we were brought here to aid in the restoration of this world, that would seem to indicate that there are powers here capable of doing such things. Perhaps there is a way to use those to restore these damaged books as well.

[literarybehemoth]

Ah, perhaps. I suppose we are not intended to be omnipotent, though, given that we have specific domains... and I rather doubt mine will be particularly helpful in that regard.

[taintedfayth]

Yes, I doubt mine would be of much use in that capacity either. Though I do find it quite fascinating to see what a diverse selection of domains we have among our group... for a reason, I'm certain.

[literarybehemoth]

...well, you are the god of Salvation, are you not? If I am remembering my statues correctly.

[...hehehe.]

Perhaps it is your responsibility to save these poor mistreated manuscripts.

[taintedfayth]

[Ah. That earns a smile out of Seymour, and if it seems as though there's something not entirely benevolent curling around the edges, no there's not.]

If only I knew how to accomplish that. But all things in due time, I suppose. That is why we are here.

[literarybehemoth]

[...hm.]

...I suppose we will figure it out. We are new to this, after all. I was not even much of a believer before being elevated.

[taintedfayth]

[Hm indeed.]

We all have much to learn on many fronts. I have no doubt that this "A" has plans to help us manage just that.

[literarybehemoth]

Well, I would hope so. It would be fairly counterproductive if they did not, based on...

...

Well, I remember something or other. Not very well, though.

[taintedfayth]

Ah, so your memory is hazy as well, then. I had wondered if I was the only one.

[...]

I suppose that would go hand-in-hand with having traveled through time and space itself...

[literarybehemoth]

Well, given that is not something that frequently happens to people, it is difficult to say if these are the typical effects. Perhaps, though.