You are Sunpetal, Goddess of Beauty. You are Creative, meaning that you are good as using your divine powers to make things and beings!
0.0 CS: (Dawn of the First Decade of the Coming of Sunpetal)
Your entire being shrieks in agony as it passes through the gate, and is briefly shot across the space between worlds. Colors dance before your ears, a bitter taste appears on your eyes, and you smell a rough sandpaper-like sensation. This sensory confusion is the worst thing you can possibly imagine, as the appreciation of beauty requires the functional perception of the beholder.
SPLAT!
You land in a pile of leaves. Before you stands the form of Skoonheid, a former angel of your mother's assigned to serve in your new pantheon as an Intermediary between yourself and the mortals who worship you. His physical form, which you find quite beautiful, features the lower body and legs of a stag with the head, arms, and upper body of a dark skinned humanoid. He bows, and presents you with the scrolls of pantheon status, which the lesser beings of your court will prepare for you at the start of each coming decade.
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Pantheon Status:
Chief Goddess: Sunpetal of Beauty
Spouse/Consort: Position Open
Underling 1: Skoonheid the Angel Intermediary
Underling 2: Position Open
Following - 2
Orthodoxy - 4
Essence - 5
Host - 4
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Once you get your bearings, Skoonheid helps you go over the scrolls.
Your Divine Dwelling is a wide, bright, clearing in the center of a deep, dark, woods. In the clearing are several large and beautifully designed cottages in which you and your pantheon will live. Skoonheid explains that right now, there are enough proper quarters to house three divine beings, and himself and you already make two. This means that as things stand, you may only recruit a single new member to your pantheon. Your personal apartments, however, are large enough for you to keep a spouse if you wish to do so. Compared to other Divine Dwellings, yours has significant room to expand, but is also vulnerable to exposure once the mortals of this world develop the technology to master the deepest woods.
Your Following consists of a single race: short, plump, and pale humanoids who live in towns on the edge of the forest. They are known for their pottery and their herbalism. Compared to other mortal races they are wise and stubborn, but also exceptionally ugly; Perhaps they have turned to your worship in hopes of improving their appearance. Other mortals call your followers the Chestnut Dwarves, and your religion rules two of their many towns.
Their are currently factors both benefiting and harming the Orthodoxy, or stability, of your follower's faith. On the one hand, dwarves are loyal, stuborn, and suckers for routine - all of which aid in the successful establishment of a religion. On the other hand, there are other towns of Chestnut Dwarves near those of your followers which worship a Greater Dwarvish Pantheon and pressure their neighbors to convert back to 'the faith of their people'.
You come to this world with a fairly impressive pool of Essence, which is both a measure of your vitality, and a pool of energy you can tap to preform great works. As a god, you slowly draw essence from the worship of your followers; Skoonheid suggests that with your current following you will draw a bit more than a unit and a half of essence per decade. Additional essence can be gained by slaying and consuming divine beings.
The pantheon of your parents has granted you a modest Host of lesser divine beings to lead into battle. Your host can be used to attack or defend sacred places, battle or hunt monster and daemons, or interfere in mortal affairs. Skoonheid warns that sending your host to mess with mortals who are not your own followers is a great way to make enemies out of other gods.
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The lesser beings of your host and court suggest that you do something special to celebrate your arrival in this new world! You ponder this request for a moment, and issue the following decree:
A: ...Gather my host! We shall hunt the woods and prove my might by slaying a monster or daemon!
B: ...Gather my essence, and invite the gods of nearby pantheons! I must throw a great feast and get to know my divine neighbors!
C: ...Prepare my chariot! I must visit the ugly wretches who worship me, and prove to them that their goddess is real!
D: ...Nah, Prepare my throne! I must settle into the the normal routine of running this pantheon!
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