I'm A Banana
Potassium-Rich
What follows is the story hour from my main campaign, where the PC's are some of the first creatures ever created. Existence began a week ago, and the gods had special hands in the PC's birth, shepherding each to genisis...this is the story of the First People, of the Definers. This is a tale of definition, of filling in the details the gods left blank. This is the tale of the first heroes: The Godtouched.
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Ah...yes....why.... said the sphinx. It preened briefly, pondering. Why? Such a simple question, really....why does one live? Why die? What did we come from, and where shall we go? Truly, only the God of the Scorpion knows, contained somewhere in his vast tomes...or perhaps even he has forgotten...
Ah, yes, the question. Why? Well, young buck, allow me to tell you a story, about a time long ago....about the first time, the longest ago....few remember it today. It is a sad story, though it has moments of joy. It is the truth, do not be decieved; there are many in the world who would lie to you for their own goals. But today, you will hear the truth. You may be able to find from it some reason, perhaps, some rhyme as to how things came to be, and how they will all some day end. And end it will, make you no doubt. Not today, perhaps, but soon...and maybe forever....
But that is a tale yet to be concieved -- I only see things in the past, though I see them perfectly. That is, after all, my gift, from the God of my Birth, the God of the Scorpion. To tell the truth, documented eternally in my memory....Why?
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In the beginning, it began.
It continued to be, and, as time ticked by, the Forge God was generated. Surely, this was after the Planes in all their vastness, and things existed before him. Yet before the Forge God, the God of the Crab, there was nothing here. No light, or darkness, or up, or down, or there, or not there, or being, or not being. There was only the forge god; and then there was the forge. And then the metal, and then the hammer.
And then, the world was forged.
In steam and spark, with resounding blows, the God of the Crab built existence, and built lords of it. The other Eleven were created, and given equal slices of time in which to create, and the year was made. With spark and darkness, it was further divided -- weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, and less were divided by the God of the Scorpion, meted out by the dropping of sand.
From the sparks struck from the metal of the world, Life was created, shaped around it, and allowed to continue. Each deity was taught the trade, and, as the world was forged, and the spark-stars flew into the forge, beings were forged to the whims of the deities.
One of the first creatures created was the Haze.
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Ah...yes....why.... said the sphinx. It preened briefly, pondering. Why? Such a simple question, really....why does one live? Why die? What did we come from, and where shall we go? Truly, only the God of the Scorpion knows, contained somewhere in his vast tomes...or perhaps even he has forgotten...
Ah, yes, the question. Why? Well, young buck, allow me to tell you a story, about a time long ago....about the first time, the longest ago....few remember it today. It is a sad story, though it has moments of joy. It is the truth, do not be decieved; there are many in the world who would lie to you for their own goals. But today, you will hear the truth. You may be able to find from it some reason, perhaps, some rhyme as to how things came to be, and how they will all some day end. And end it will, make you no doubt. Not today, perhaps, but soon...and maybe forever....
But that is a tale yet to be concieved -- I only see things in the past, though I see them perfectly. That is, after all, my gift, from the God of my Birth, the God of the Scorpion. To tell the truth, documented eternally in my memory....Why?
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In the beginning, it began.
It continued to be, and, as time ticked by, the Forge God was generated. Surely, this was after the Planes in all their vastness, and things existed before him. Yet before the Forge God, the God of the Crab, there was nothing here. No light, or darkness, or up, or down, or there, or not there, or being, or not being. There was only the forge god; and then there was the forge. And then the metal, and then the hammer.
And then, the world was forged.
In steam and spark, with resounding blows, the God of the Crab built existence, and built lords of it. The other Eleven were created, and given equal slices of time in which to create, and the year was made. With spark and darkness, it was further divided -- weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, and less were divided by the God of the Scorpion, meted out by the dropping of sand.
From the sparks struck from the metal of the world, Life was created, shaped around it, and allowed to continue. Each deity was taught the trade, and, as the world was forged, and the spark-stars flew into the forge, beings were forged to the whims of the deities.
One of the first creatures created was the Haze.
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