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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.

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[he smiles brightly when he stands back up]

Oh, but I must think fully of it! As such it is my noble duty to aid you in your endeavors from here out!

[He finally notices so many people Eying him and blinks]

Oh. Lady Athena is the reason I stand before you. I was... as close to death as I fear a man can be without crossing that line.

...so every god can reload...

[Girl what you talking about now]

Well, that answers that.

[he nods, crossing his arms in a way that is totally not self soothing, his smile falling to something more sombre]

Yes. I had... fallen on the battlefield. Such is the risk of war, of course. I have no regrets. But stronger men than I would still not turn away literal divine intervention.

[Quark is shifting a bit, folding his arms over his chest as well.]

No reason anyone should refuse that kinda help. There's no rule in war against getting a helping hand, even from the divine.

Agreed. Perhaps I would have preferred she come down and smite the opposing forces or the like. Though I doubt Emperor Edelgard would have appreciated even a hint of the divine in her victory. So maybe that is for the best.

Edited 2025-07-06 23:07 (UTC)

The smiting forces can come later. Especially if you go back with whatever God powers you got. You can't help smite anything if you're dead.

Ah! That is true!

[everyone can see the gears turning in his head. images of swooping down and finally being better than Edelgard.... ooooooh he's getting way too excited.]

Edited 2025-07-06 23:11 (UTC)

[Quark huffs a bit at that, something in his shoulders relaxing just slightly]

Of course it's true. Giving people a fresh perspective sometimes is part of my job.