Coming to the prophet in a dream, you command him to gather the faithful in the chamber of the wellspring. He is quick to comply, and soon enough your followers are assembled in full. Only a handful show true fanaticism, most cling to a quiet, curious devotion solely to keep themselves going and you have no doubt that the only reason they truly believe is the supernatural shimmer of the waters. All the same, when you manifest in a visage of incandescent flame, if you had lips you would smile. The looks on their faces amuse you for some moments before they fall to their knees, prostrating themselves and here and there, muttering praise. In the silence one could hear a pin drop, then your resonant voice rings out across the crowd and not a syllable goes unheard.
"I, Eroth, God of Discovery have seen your works and smile upon them, though I am not yet content for they are not yet complete. Mortals, you are to be my Students of Truth and you are to emulate the curiosity of my prophet, whose service shows as an example to all. Your purpose is to discover the secrets of your ancestors and relearn that which was forgotten, without repeating their mistakes. Do not be weary in your task, for this world is temporary and a reward eternal awaits upon your death. Fare thee well, my students and know that I watch over you." At that, your flames ripple and disperse over the amassed worshipers, warming without burning, and you're certain this will soon become a myth in their doctrine. Deciding that the Students of Truth can handle themselves you fly far into the sky, then step through a portal into the godly realm which you've left behind all these years. That first breath of fresh air is beyond description, and the sight of the dark and mysterious sea crashing on an ivory shore might bring a tear to your eye, were you as sensitive to the passage of time as you're beginning to sense mortals are. Sweeping over the island, you're surprised to find that you aren't alone. Four Osterat in the prime of their life are busy swimming in the waters, marveling at the vegetation, or simply laying on the sand beneath the sky. Reading their minds like an open book, you note that these were elderly mortals in worship of you, or in the case of the first to come here, a courageous but clumsy male who challenged fifteen raiders in an alleyway to buy the rest of his clan time to scatter.
Interesting, it seems that your godly realm does function as an afterlife.
Even so, is there anything you want to change?A) You want to change the aesthetic, environment, or cosmos to suit your liking. [Specify]B) You want to change the condition of the souls themselves, and/or assign them a duty. [Specify]C) You want to turn some part of your essence into servitors that might prove more reliable than mortals. [Specify]D) You want to do something else. [Specify]Mantles: Discovery
Epithets: N/A
Servitors: N/A
Champions: Urul, an Osterat prophet of supernatural cunning
Followers: 3 Units of Osterat
Your Godly Realm: A quiet place, ideal for contemplation and currently holding a handful of mortals who worshiped Eroth in life.
Osterat: Once home to an illustrious civilization, it has been destroyed by a god-sent cataclysm of an inconceivable scale.
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Topic: You are a Nascent Minor Deity (SG) (Read 8505 times)