HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
The Grey Mist, it is like walking in a realm of fog. There is nothing but the grey all around, and some sort of light that comes from far below. The light helps, but even with your keen vision there is only the grey.
And then slowly shadows start to take form, the others are arriving. Here in this place everyone is safe there are no powers or ways to harm each other, here you can discuss and not worry about charms or other influences. You stand in a circle facing all the others, but their features, form, even size is hard to make out.
You stand and wait for The Forger to come. The only deity whom has the power and desire to make new worlds and realms from the chaotic mess that is the universe.
The wait is short to one as long lived as you. "Whom are all of ye? To think to summon me." comes a booming voice from all over. "Nay, nevermind that," he continues. "I know why ye all be here. It is a world ye wants, one made from the aspects of all of ye." the voice pauses as if The Forger is thinking. Then continuing he says, "Ye must discuss what it is ye truly want for I neither have the time or energy to watch ye godlings argue. Decide and when ye be ready then so shall I."
With that the presence of The Forger is no longer about, but the others remain and you feel excited at the prospect of creating something new.
LINKS:
http://www.enworld.org/forum/plots-places/271814-pantheon-grey-mist.html
http://www.enworld.org/forum/talking-talk/271702-you-all-gods.html
And then slowly shadows start to take form, the others are arriving. Here in this place everyone is safe there are no powers or ways to harm each other, here you can discuss and not worry about charms or other influences. You stand in a circle facing all the others, but their features, form, even size is hard to make out.
You stand and wait for The Forger to come. The only deity whom has the power and desire to make new worlds and realms from the chaotic mess that is the universe.
The wait is short to one as long lived as you. "Whom are all of ye? To think to summon me." comes a booming voice from all over. "Nay, nevermind that," he continues. "I know why ye all be here. It is a world ye wants, one made from the aspects of all of ye." the voice pauses as if The Forger is thinking. Then continuing he says, "Ye must discuss what it is ye truly want for I neither have the time or energy to watch ye godlings argue. Decide and when ye be ready then so shall I."
With that the presence of The Forger is no longer about, but the others remain and you feel excited at the prospect of creating something new.
LINKS:
http://www.enworld.org/forum/plots-places/271814-pantheon-grey-mist.html
http://www.enworld.org/forum/talking-talk/271702-you-all-gods.html