The August Star of Heavens part 3
How to describe what happens to you? Images comes to the mind like reality crumbling apart like broken glass, heavens being rolled down like scrolls, of your flesh breaking and chains snapping. Comes the realization that your august palanquin is as much a part of you as your desiccated limbs, comes the expansion of the mind and the eyes to such degree you wonder if you are not going insane. You aren't, you just realized something you learned long ago when your first body was torn apart by etheric claws. The flesh is not important compared to the power of magic, to the power of patterns. Many tasks were given to you but patterning and watching and influencing. Some of your actions were wrong you see that now. You shouldn't have moved the plates of the world. Not from some disturbed moral sense but because it was brutish, and you didn't think of the consequences. By your hands the Dwarven empire fell and the forces of destruction were strengthened. As you expand and break down and divide, remaining one and yet many you understand that subtlety is a strength, that it is better to learn how to move an empire by frightening a mouse than crushing a mountain.
Of course, you are still the Sublime Communion. You move the very stars as you take your crown.
Fate asks you what is your story, what feats allow you to claim godhood. And here is your answer.
You are many and yet one, many minds united in communion despite ages of disagreement. You are one who survived the destruction of your flesh for you were struck down and yet your spirit emerged intact to cast your enemies out of your cities. When the world was consumed in hungry darkness you willed yourself back to life, power filling your ancient bones like never before. You are the mind who has no need for the flesh, the verses that speak themselves, the immortal.
Gained: Epic Stamina
You are the patterner, yours are the hands that moved the orbits of the world to bring it closer to the sun. You are the readers of prophesies and the followers of the great plans. You are the unseen hand behind history. Subtle your influence was not yet always it remained unsuspected. You are the fall of empires and the rise of the young mingled, sworn foe of Chaos who despoiled what you have built.
Gained: Domain of Fate.
You are the eyes always open, always seeing the waves of the infinite. You are the comet blazing heralding a new god for your people and the patterns of the stars reflected in temples and holy places through the continents, so that each constellation shines on its earthly reflection. You are the mind always churning, those who know how the world began, who saw species emerge from the muck. You are the eyes and the mind and the subtle hands who weave, who spin and who cut.
Gained: Domain of Stars, Epic Perception, Epic Intelligence
Here what you are looking like. There are around the two fighters a ring of many-stepped pyramids in such numbers nobody would number them. On each of this pyramid you stand emerging, vast robes concealing the void of your body while the stuff of stars, the many galaxies and the whirling nebulaes roll in the darkness of your face. You stand facing every direction and none as your eyes, manifold and unseen as attuned to every sight of the realm entire and bound only by the barrier between worlds.
You are what you are and you see what your two companions are, strangers of the same land united by a common hatred.
Once upon a time she was a queen radiant as the sun she embodies. Still she remained with the passions of the warm-bloods for once her brother the god of the storms launched a flayed horse in her weaving room she retreated to a deep cave uncaring of the world withering in her absence. She also banished her brother the moon when he killed a host for he was disgusted with the manner she was providing for the feast. Yet she ruled with justice, forbade the great gods to torment the mortals and when she placed her descendants on the throne of humanity she gave him great treasures of might. Amaterasu is her name goddess of sunlight and supporter of the world.
The other, well Mikaboshi was not so depraved as the servants of the Chaos Gods but he still pridefully refused to submit to Heaven. You see him and your mind at last recognize where you have seen his like before. Those elves who toyed with black magic but did not kneel before the Ruinous Powers. The man who stole immortality and led the legions of the dead against the waves of daemonkind. They had this look and they ended the same, helping in the ruin of all you hold dear. Evil no doubt but also annoying by orders of magnitude.
So what do you do?
[] Wrestle the stars away from him
[] Blast his palace with celestial flame
[] Bless visibly Amaterasu
[] Write-in
Also the combination of Epic Perception and Epic Intelligence enables you to have the answer to one of these questions.
[] What are Azyr and the other Realms?
[] What happened to the other Incarnates?
[] How to have living servants again?
[] What are the gods, and by extension you?
[] What are the Ruinous Powers doing/planning at the moment?
[] Write-in (subject of course to veto)