You lack experience in the art of transmitting thought, and deem the danger of its intricacies gone awry too damning to consider. It may be distressingly mundane but the circumstance is supernatural enough, and the least cowardly Osterat is stunned into silence as you speak with a voice more akin to the whistling of wind than any mortal tongue.
”Mortal, I am none other than Eroth, God of Discovery.”Rolling 1d20: 2
His soul emanates the most profound aura of fear you’ve ever felt, and you marvel that this mortal hasn’t fallen dead from a sudden heart attack. Rather than flee, he steels himself and stands, raising an impudent finger with all the vengeful wrath of a thousand doomed souls. Not a trace of his earlier anxiety mars his words, though you sense it is no less present.
”And Dhiruer was the God of Knowledge... Either ye be a spawn, or worshiping ye plays right into his hands. Idol, get ye gone or smite me where I stand.”This went worse than you’d anticipated.
How should you react to this display of defiance?A) Sunder his mind and see his corpse rendered ashes, this situation is beyond salvaging.B) Assure him that you are a new deity, unaffiliated with Dhiruer in any way whatsoever.C) Offer to make him a prophet, this kind of resolve is nothing less than awe-inspiring.D) Transfer a replica of your relevant memories into his mind, to tell him the truth.E) Play along with plenty of sinister sound effects, infamy is better than obscurity.F) Do something else entirely. [Specify]Mantles: Discovery
Epithets: N/A
Servitors: N/A
Followers: N/A
Your Godly Realm: A quiet place, ideal for contemplation and currently bereft of any inhabitants save Eroth, its creator.
Osterat: Once home to an illustrious civilization, it has been destroyed by a god-sent cataclysm of an inconceivable scale.