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

[atu709]

[ she nods. ]

Oh, Baba Yaga is an absolute nightmare, yes.

[literarybehemoth]

...Ah.

Have you met?

[atu709]

Unpleasant and unhelpful woman. Utterly devoted to chaos and madness. Smells like piss. And I've only met her twice — once as an observer, and once as a... opponent? Victim? Opponent implies she was on someone's side.

[literarybehemoth]

...Yes, that does sound remarkably similar to our stories about her.

[...hm.]

Though... they are quite quiet on the smell, perhaps for the best.

[atu709]

I expect it's part of being a witch and dealing in what she does. The dark and dank and unpleasant.

[literarybehemoth]

Indeed. You would think there would be a bit more mold, perhaps, but there are stronger scents involved...

[atu709]

Might be different in her hut, I never went in myself.

[literarybehemoth]

From everything I know, I would say that would be for the best. I would imagine it would be... unpleasant.

[atu709]

From Rapunzel's telling, it absolutely was. Witches truly do tend to make themselves so difficult. But I imagine it's a requirement of the trade.

[literarybehemoth]

You would expect them to take a much less difficult career if they were not difficult themselves, I think.

Unless you were doing it for fun.