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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
letsplayamod) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
Arrival
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.
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'.
-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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...So, really...who can say if they're there or not.
[ He doesn't see Death! But, like, he does. It's complicated. ]
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so it's... odd, to hear what you're explaining.
[He doesn't like it!]
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Well... If Death counts as a god, It definitely does stuff. Just nothing that goes against Its design.
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[That sounds... grim.]
Myrkul isn't the same as death; he just presides over the dead. Though I will be honest: his worshipers disgust me. His champion was a man named Ketheric, who willingly let his entire homeland fall into ruin.
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[ He sighs. ]
Some asshole like that sounds perfect for someone partnered with Death. Or- whatever he is.
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[It doesn't sound like Bhaal worship, but it doesn't sound entirely dissimilar, either. It disturbs him to think that there might be anything like that anywhere else.]
That's...
[He's not sure how to finish the sentence.]
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...Honestly, I think It's just mad at us.
[ That's what the mortician said, wasn't it? Something about...inciting Death's fury. ]
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[That... doesn't sound good. What ancient deity did you accidentally piss off, Alex?]
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...My friends. People I knew who it...got. I had to know how the...the whole thing works somehow, didn't I? This isn't a...well-documented occurrence. Most people just think I'm crazy.
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[He's not asking for more details exactly, but he does look fascinated.]
Well, I suppose at least you're aware why Death itself is pissed off at you.
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[Look, you can tell he's a better person than he used to be because he lead with the kinder option.]
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I defied the design. Death's design. The thing that governs...everything. Says when and how everyone bites it.
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[Well. That gets Astarion to stop with his not taking things seriously.]
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Yeah. Something I wasn't meant to. 'Cause of me, other people did too. So... I kinda became Death's public enemy number one.
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[ Why him? Why did it come to him? ]
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I was in a.... not a similar situation, but a situation where I found myself wondering why I was picked.
[Though, Astarion's had been different.]