Colchis - 831.M30
The world of Colchis had been fractured, a planet of broken faith and lost souls. But that was before Lorgar Aurelian arrived, breathing life back into the World Soul, bringing with him the power to unite the shattered pieces. The very land seemed to awaken at his touch; ancient temples, long forgotten and buried under the sands of time, rose again as monuments to a new era. The people, many of whom had perished in the chaos of ages past, now walked the earth once more, resurrected by the immense psychic power that Lorgar wielded.
In the aftermath of these miracles, the people of Colchis had only one explanation: Lorgar was a god.
Statues of Lorgar began to appear in every village, his name became synonymous with divine intervention, and prayers to him echoed in the streets. His followers grew in number, each day bringing new converts who sought his blessing, his guidance, and his salvation. They saw him as the ultimate savior, the one who had resurrected their dead and restored their world.
But to Lorgar, this adulation was a heavy burden. The resurrection of the World Soul and the restoration of the people were acts of service, not divinity. His intention had never been to be worshiped; he sought only to lead his people to a higher understanding, to unite them under a common purpose. And so, as the months passed, Lorgar realized that he could not allow this false worship to continue.
The time had come to set the record straight.
Again.
It was early spring when Lorgar called the people of Colchis to gather in the Great Plaza of Vahlek. The city had been rebuilt under his direction, a symbol of the new age that was dawning. The plaza was a vast open space, surrounded by the towering spires of ancient temples, now repurposed as centers of learning and community. In the center stood a great statue of Lorgar, carved from the purest marble, his hand raised as if in benediction.
Thousands gathered at his call, filling the plaza and the surrounding streets. They came from all walks of life, farmers, artisans, scholars, and warriors, each with their own reason for venerating the man they believed was their god, despite him saying otherwise. They stood in awed silence as Lorgar ascended the steps of the grand podium that had been erected for this occasion, his golden armor catching the first light of the morning sun.
Lorgar looked out at the sea of faces, and for a moment, he hesitated. These were his people, and he loved them dearly. But the path they were on, this path of worship and deification, was not the one he had intended. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead.
"My people," Lorgar began, his voice resonating through the plaza, "I stand before you today, as before, not as a god, but as a servant of a greater purpose. I have heard your prayers, seen your offerings, and witnessed the devotion you have shown me. But I must tell you, with all the sincerity in my heart, that this is not the path I wish for you."
A murmur of confusion rippled through the crowd. They had come to revere him, to worship him as the living embodiment of the divine. How could he deny what they had seen with their own eyes? How could he reject the power that had resurrected their world?
"I do not seek your worship," Lorgar said, his voice softening. "I seek your understanding. I seek to guide you, to lead you to a future where we are united not by fear of the divine, but by our shared purpose, our shared destiny. The power I wield is not mine alone; it is the power of our collective will, our shared hopes and dreams."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in. He could see the doubt in their eyes, the struggle to reconcile their beliefs with the truth he was offering them.
"This is not the end of faith," Lorgar continued, "but a new beginning. A faith not in gods or idols, but in ourselves, in our ability to shape our destiny. The World Soul lives again, not because I am a god, but because we are capable of greatness. Together, we can build a world where all are free, where all can thrive, where our potential is limitless."
As Lorgar finished, he could sense the unease in the crowd. This was the first step in a long journey, a journey that would take time, patience, and perseverance. But he was committed to seeing it through, for he knew that only by embracing this new philosophy could his people truly be free.
In the weeks that followed, Lorgar continued to preach his message of unity and self-reliance. He traveled across Colchis, speaking in villages and cities, reaching out to those who had once worshiped him as a god. Each sermon was a carefully crafted blend of philosophy and practicality, designed to break down the barriers of superstition and fear that had grown up around him.
But not everyone was willing to listen.
In the town of Karvash, a place steeped in ancient traditions, Lorgar faced his first major opposition. The town's leaders, known as the Council of the Faithful, had long held power by exploiting the people's belief in the divine. They saw Lorgar's message as a direct threat to their authority.
"We have seen the miracles with our own eyes," one of the council members declared during a heated debate in the town square. "You raised the dead, brought life to the barren lands, and healed the sick. How can you deny your divinity when the evidence is all around us?"
Lorgar stood before them, calm and composed. "The power you speak of is real," he acknowledged, "but it is not divine. It is the power of knowledge, of understanding the laws of the universe. I have used this knowledge to help our people, to heal and to restore. But that does not make me a god. It makes me a servant of humanity."
The council members were not swayed. "You speak of knowledge, but knowledge alone cannot bring the dead back to life. Only a god can do such things."
Lorgar shook his head. "You place too much faith in the idea of divinity and not enough in the potential of humanity. The resurrection of the World Soul was a complex process, one that required a deep understanding of both the material and spiritual realms. But it was not an act of godhood; it was an act of service. And it is a service that any of you could perform if you had the same understanding."
The council members were unconvinced, and the debate continued long into the night. The people of Karvash, who had gathered to listen, were torn between the teachings of their leaders and the new philosophy Lorgar was offering. Some began to question their beliefs, while others clung even more tightly to their faith in Lorgar's divinity.
Despite the resistance in Karvash, Lorgar's message began to take root in other parts of Colchis. In the city of Tor Valum, a center of learning and philosophy, a group of scholars approached Lorgar with questions about his teachings. They were intrigued by the idea of a faith that did not rely on the supernatural, a faith grounded in reason and understanding.
"We have long sought to reconcile our knowledge of the world with our spiritual beliefs," one of the scholars said. "But it has always seemed impossible, as if the two were inherently opposed. Your teachings, however, suggest that they can be harmonized. That we can have both faith and reason, without one diminishing the other."
Lorgar nodded. "That is precisely my belief. Faith and reason are not enemies; they are two sides of the same coin. Faith gives us the courage to seek the truth, while reason gives us the tools to understand it. Together, they can lead us to a higher understanding, a greater purpose."
The scholars were intrigued, and over the following weeks, they began to study Lorgar's teachings in depth. They debated his ideas among themselves, comparing them to the ancient texts and philosophies they had studied for years. And slowly, they began to see the wisdom in his words.
As the months passed, more and more people began to adopt Lorgar's philosophy. They stopped offering prayers and sacrifices to him, instead focusing on improving themselves and their communities. The statues of Lorgar that once adorned every corner of the city were taken down, replaced with symbols of unity and progress.
But the change was not without its challenges.
As Lorgar's philosophy began to spread, it also began to face new forms of resistance. In the city of Vahlek, where Lorgar had first delivered his message, a group of radicals emerged, calling themselves the True Believers. They rejected Lorgar's teachings, insisting that he was a god and that his denial of his divinity was a test of their faith.
"We will not be swayed by these false teachings," their leader, a man named Arvon, declared during a public demonstration. "Lorgar is our god, and we will worship him as such, no matter what he says. This is a test of our devotion, and we will not fail."
The True Believers began to gather followers, spreading their message of unwavering faith in Lorgar's divinity. They held secret meetings, where they planned to overthrow the new order and restore the old ways of worship. Their influence began to grow, and soon they posed a serious threat to the stability of the region.
Lorgar knew that he could not allow this movement to gain momentum. He met with Arvon and the other leaders of the True Believers, hoping to reason with them. But they were fanatical in their devotion, unwilling to listen to any arguments that challenged their beliefs.
"This is not a test," Lorgar told them. "I am not a god, and I do not want to be worshipped as one. The path I am offering you is one of freedom, of enlightenment. But you must be willing to let go of the old ways, to embrace a new understanding."
Arvon shook his head. "We cannot turn our backs on the truth. You are our god, whether you accept it or not. We will not abandon you, even if you abandon us."
Lorgar realized that there was no convincing them. The True Believers were too deeply entrenched in their faith, too blinded by their devotion to see the truth. He left the meeting with a heavy heart, knowing that the struggle for his people's hearts and minds was far from over.
By the fifth month, Lorgar's teachings had reached nearly every corner of Colchis. His message of unity and self-reliance had resonated with many, and the movement to abandon his worship as a god was gaining strength. But the True Believers continued to resist, and their influence was growing.
Lorgar knew that he needed to find a way to reach them, to show them that his philosophy was not a rejection of faith, but a new way of understanding it. He decided to hold a grand assembly in the city of Istar, where representatives from every region of Colchis would come together to discuss the future of their world.
The assembly was held in the Great Temple of Istar, a vast structure that had once been a center of worship. It was a fitting place for such a momentous occasion, a symbol of the old ways that were now being challenged.
Lorgar stood before the assembled representatives, his presence commanding and serene.
"My people," he began, "we stand at a crossroads. For months, you have worshiped me as a god, believing that I hold the power to shape your destiny. But I am here to tell you that the power to shape your future lies not in my hands, but in yours."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "The path I offer you is not an easy one. It requires you to let go of old beliefs, to embrace new ways of thinking. But it is a path that leads to true freedom, to a future where we are no longer bound by superstition and fear, but by our shared purpose and understanding."
As he spoke, he could see the doubt in the eyes of the True Believers. But he also saw something else, a flicker of understanding, a glimmer of hope that perhaps there was another way.
"I do not ask you to abandon your faith," Lorgar said, his voice gentle yet firm. "I ask you to redefine it. To see that the true power of faith lies not in the worship of gods, but in the belief in ourselves, in our ability to create a better future. Together, we can build a world where all are free, where all can thrive, where our potential is limitless."
The assembly was silent, the weight of Lorgar's words hanging in the air. For a moment, it seemed as if time itself had stopped, as if the entire planet was holding its breath.
Then, slowly, one by one, the representatives began to stand. They raised their voices, not in worship, but in agreement. They pledged their support for Lorgar's philosophy, for the new path he had laid out for them. The True Believers, seeing the tide turning against them, hesitated. But even they could not deny the power of Lorgar's words.
And so, in that moment, the future of Colchis was decided.
In the final month of his campaign, Lorgar traveled once more across Colchis, visiting the cities and villages that had once worshiped him as a god. But now, he was greeted not with prayers and offerings, but with respect and understanding. The people had embraced his philosophy, and the statues that had once depicted him as a divine figure were replaced with symbols of unity, knowledge, and progress.
The True Believers, who had once threatened to tear the world apart, had largely disbanded. Some had come to accept Lorgar's teachings, while others chose to live in isolation, clinging to their old beliefs. But the threat they posed was no more.
The planet was at peace, its people united under a common purpose. Lorgar had achieved what he had set out to do, but he knew that the work was far from over.
As he stood on a hill overlooking the city of Vahlek, Lorgar felt a sense of peace that he had not known in years. The burden of divinity had been lifted, replaced with a new responsibility, the responsibility to guide his people, not as a god, but as a leader.
He knew that there would be challenges ahead, that the path he had chosen was not an easy one. But he also knew that his people were ready for it, that they had the strength and the will to create a future where they were no longer bound by the past.
And as the sun set on the horizon, casting a golden light over the land, Lorgar knew that this was just the beginning.
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