City of the Gods

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On a certain world, continents circle the Inner Sea. At the center of this central sea, mountains rise from the water, hiding a sacred heart. This is where the Goddess of the Beginning descended to give this world the spark of life. This is where divinity lies, buried in the Holy Tomb. This is where you seized a piece of it for yourself.

How did you achieve this legendary feat?

[ ] You climbed the mountains, evaded the traps and guardians, and made it into the Holy Tomb!
[ ] You convinced the guardian of the Holy Tomb that you were worthy, and she let you pass.
[ ] You died, and when the God of the End appeared, you asked him to take you to the Holy Tomb. By his side, neither the sea nor the rocks nor the ancient deathtraps blocked you.

What drove you to seek godhood?

[ ] You cannot accept the world as it is. You need the power to change it.
[ ] You are, always will be, must be the best, and you believed the Goddess would recognize that.
[ ] You wish to take your domain to even higher heights.
[ ] Um, that's not really…you just wanted to see this place, you didn't mean to actually become a god!

What domain do you claim?

[ ] (Write-in)

Anything is up for grabs, unless it has already been claimed by another god. The QM reserves the right to veto ideas that are too silly, overpowered, or hard to write. Already claimed: Life, Death, Time, Justice, Politics, Sea, Heroism, Inquiry, Song, Maidenhood, War, Spring, Hunt, Love, Knighthood, Murder, Contracts, Secrets, Beauty, Luck, Magic, Cooking, Medicine, Wild Animals, and ProstitutesCrime.

In life, you achieved a particularly impressive record in one area…

[ ] You were a legendary hero, famed far and wide (+Renown)
[ ] You delved into the study of deep lore. You know as much about the secrets of the gods as any mortal (+Lore)
[ ] You devoted your life to honing your craft, achieving superlative skill and deep understanding (+Domain)

However, all have their areas of weakness. Yours is…

[ ] You never bothered interacting with others much, preferring to focus on your true interests (-Renown)
[ ] You never got much of an education, and you're really not too clear about this god stuff (-Lore)
[ ] Sure, you're good at it, but it's just a means to an end, not your whole life or anything (-Domain)

One thing has followed you from your mortal life:

[ ] A locket, containing a lock of hair
[ ] Your dear animal companion (Write-in) (Mounts and magical creatures are okay, but be reasonable please. A pegasus is okay, an ancient dragon is not.)
[ ] A magical item relevant to your domain (Chosen by the QM)

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So! I've been away from SV for a while, writing in various other places. This is...well, I spent the last two days building a world and pantheon inspired by an unholy combination of reading material, and I want to play in it. Let's have some fun!

 

[Vocalist]

[X] Plan: Star God
-[X] You died, and when the God of the End appeared, you asked him to take you to the Holy Tomb. By his side, neither the sea nor the rocks nor the ancient deathtraps blocked you.
-[X] Um, that's not really…you just wanted to see this place, you didn't mean to actually become a god!
-[X] You devoted your life to honing your craft, achieving superlative skill and deep understanding (+Domain)
-[X] You never bothered interacting with others much, preferring to focus on your true interests (-Renown)
-[X] Your dear animal companion (Phoenix)
-[X] Domain: Light

It was an accidental death. Not – and you will maintain this until your dying da – uh, for as long as you may live…dammit.

…Look, the point is, it wasn't a stupid death. Some things are just bad luck! In a bad winter, sap freezes in the trees, and they can explode, sending wooden shrapnel everywhere. That's not what killed you; that's what killed Mehr. You heard the splintery boom, and your curious friend's plaintive cries, and of course you went to investigate.

"Oh no, oh Mehr. Don't worry, I'll help you," you said, bending over stiffly in your winter layers. It was lying on the ground, wings spread, damage uncertain. There was a splinter the size of a finger in its chest, and the snow all around was melting from the heat of its blood.

Your friend looked at you, grateful. Then its head drooped, eyes closing. Phoenixes explode when they die. That's what killed you.

Well, to be perfectly precise, it was likely bloodloss, or exposure. You think you were alive for a bit, but it's all a painful blur that you don't like to think about. When the pain ends, you see a man, tall and stern, in a black coat over a gold robe. Actually a white robe, but one so thick with gold embroidery that it makes you instinctively want to bow. And then wonder why he's wearing that with such a shabby black coat. Even you know those things don't go together.

But he helps you up, so first you thank him. And then ask what he's doing in this forest, so far from civilization, during winter.

"I came here for you," he says flatly. It's a little intimidating, you must admit.

"Really? I don't think we've met. What's your name?"

"Bel."

"…Oh." You take another look at him. Yes, he's dressed weirdly. But there's a bone-handled sword on his belt, and there is something…something that looks like you, on the ground, in the snow. There's no denying it. The God of the End is here for your soul. You're dead.

You hear a weak cheep. "Mehr?" There's a little spot of bare soil, speckled with ashes. A downy little thing shivers in the cold. "Oh you poor thing!"

Your hands pass right through as you bend down to pick it up. You stay frozen in a mix of surprise and indignation – until Bel scoops up the phoenix chick and deposits it in your hands. It is warm, but not as much as it should be. You tug your woollen cloak aside and find Mehr a space to nestle by your collarbone. A phoenix needs someone to take care of it when it's still young and weak. Is Mehr going to be all alone now, far from its homeland?

"How long can you stay here?" you ask the god. "My friend can't be alone. Can we take it somewhere else?"

"I'm not in any rush," he replies.

"Oh – why? Surely other people are going to die, somewhere?"

"I'm also the god of time," he says, unconcerned. "I arrive exactly when I need to. And I can take vacations whenever I want."

That's actually very interesting, but you cannot afford to get distracted. You have the feeling it would still be rude to take too long. "Mehr?" you whisper into your cloak. "Do you want to go back to the Frankincense Forest?"

Mehr says something, bobbing its tiny head. You frown, and take it out to see better – Gods, it's much harder to understand when it's so small and high-pitched! From what you understand of the hand-sized chick's peeps and wobbly body language, it wants to finish what you started: the journey to Sumeru, the Sacred Mountain at the center of the world.

"Are you sure? Well then…uh, Great God Bel, we were on a pilgrimage when this happened, and we wish to complete it together. Could you possibly take us to the Sacred Mountain?"

"Sure. Take my hand." And with that, the God of the End showed his power: with each step he took, miles seemed to pass, forests and rivers and even the ocean seemed to pass without being felt. Cliffs loomed up from the turquoise sea – but only for a moment. You walk a few steps through darkness, and emerge in an underground hall, lit with a sourceless green glow. The waxy stone all around you could be green, or another color – it rises in steps toward a central plinth.

You put one hand on your hips; the other is holding Mehr. "Where's the mountain?"

"Oh, we're inside it already."

Mehr gives an excited werrrk. "No, that's presumptuous – uh…Is this the Holy Tomb?"

"Mm-hm. That is what pilgrims usually want to see, right?"

You sputter, "Pilgrims aren't allowed in here!" while Mehr starts flapping its stubby wings, begging to get closer.

"If that self-proclaimed 'guardian' shows up to annoy us, I'll deal with her," Bel says with utter casualness.

You give up. Your life – er, afterlife – is just too extraordinary. You can't fight it. So you approach the plinth, noting the strange atmosphere of this place. It's not just your nervousness - there is a buzzing on the edge of hearing, a tingling on the edge of feeling. The air feels too rich to breathe deeply. Curiosity compels you forward.

Ascending the steps, you see that the top of the plinth sinks into a pool. The surface of the water reflects the green light. You wonder if it would be nice to wash your hands and face in the sacred water. Then you wonder if it's water. El, the Goddess of the Beginning gave her life on this spot, to breathe the seeds of life into the world. It might be a pool of blood.

You set Mehr down on the stone. "Mehr, I need some light." The little phoenix hears you. His pale-gold down starts sparking – he chirps and flares it as bright as he can. The introduction of some warmer light into this sickly-green space is comforting. You lean over the pool. It doesn't reflect your face. You see a night full of stars, and – after a delay, the reflection of someone's head poking over the edge. It looks like a girl?

"Ooh," she says. "I like your attitude." Then comes the third explosion of the day.

Once the surge of heat, warmth, and light has faded, Bel helps you up again. "Two in one year. That's never happened before. Separately, I mean. Those three from Drachleona managed to ascend all at once."

You feel dizzy. You seem to have tumbled all the way down the stairs. "I'm sorry I made the Goddess explode," you mumble.

"El doesn't mind it. She left a pool of her blood there on purpose, you know."

"So it is blood! Oh no, am I covered in blood? Mehr, are you all right?"

It gives an affirmative coo.

"Well you did get covered in divine blood, yes. The phoenix too. You excited it, I guess."

"It doesn't seem to have stained my clothes – what do you mean I excited the pool of blood?" you grumble, going to scoop up Mehr once more.

"You…impressed it? Resonated with it, maybe." The god shrugs. "I'm not, you know, really into the theory. Ask the God of Inquiry if you want to know more." Mehr peeps a question. "Yeah, I think I'll take you there now."

"Uh, I think it was being sarcastic – you don't actually need to take us to the City of the Gods—"

"No, I do. You're gods now. Light, I think. That's broad." There is a stunned silence. "Hm, I should have led with that," Bel says to himself. "I never get any better at this. Well, the other gods can welcome you properly. What should I tell them your name is? Sometimes people like to take a new name when they ascend."

Your dizziness is getting worse. "Uh, uh…"

[ ] (Write-in a name)

Mehr indicates that its current name is fine.

"And pronouns please. They're all going to gossip like bored noblewomen, they need to know how to call you."

[ ] (Write-in pronouns)

 

[Vocalist]

[X] Sunon

[X] He

You think you black out for a bit. But when you awaken, you feel much better – your dizziness is completely gone, and you feel…hale, you guess? The small aches of a day of travelling through harsh terrain are gone. You don't feel 'suffused with godly power' or anything like that. You just feel like you.

You find yourself sitting on a stone, under a tree, in a pleasant park. Flowering trees abound, filling the air with the scent of pollen, and the ground is dotted with yet more – tulips, hyacinths, heather, lily of the valley, and many kinds you don't recognize. A girl hands you a cup of tea. You think she's the same as the one you saw in the Holy Tomb. Perhaps ten or twelve, she makes up for her height by floating above the ground. Her oversized robes, trailing gold sash, and ribbon-braided hair all dangle beneath her.

You thank her, sip the tea – black and malty – and a thought comes to you. "Great God El?" you ask.

She cackles. "Your brain is still in working order, I see!"

Mehr pokes its head out of your cloak and peeps a question.

"Being dead doesn't hinder me that much, sweetie. Creating a world is no fun if you can't watch it afterwards!" She reaches out a hand and pets its head with two fingers. "Oh, you're so soft. You know, I created you folk to have lovely feathers, but I've never gotten to pet one of you before now. What fortune that you've come up here!" She shakes her head and re-arranges her skirts. "Well, this is the Flower Plaza. Central to the City of the Gods. We have meetings here sometimes. It's technically Bel's territory, so if you have a problem with the décor, take it up with him and he'll stoically ignore you." She chuckles at her own joke. "There's also the Wells here, if you want to spy on the mortal realm and gossip about it. Otherwise, well, each god makes arrangements—"

"My goodness! El, you almost never come hang out with us. What's the special occasion?" A shrill voice approaches – attached to a beautiful young woman with the brown skin and dark eyes of someone from Razish. Her pink hair is held in a thick braid wound through with golden ropes, and her skirts rustle like silk as she runs. "O ho ho, who's this? A new god?"

"Yes. This is Sunon, God of Light. And his phoenix, Mehr."

You try to stand up. "Pleased to meet—"

"I'm Shahnaz, Goddess of Beauty! You probably haven't heard of me, but that's okay. I only have two – no, one priestess, the older one just left. They were fighting, it was a mess. I'll tell you all about it later. Tell me more about yourself!" She grabs your hand, heedless of your embarrassment.

El pipes up, "Shahnaz, why don't you show him around? No one knows more about this place than you, I'm sure. Some call you 'Goddess of Gossip'."

Shahnaz smugly leads you off, El staying behind. The sun is setting, you note, the sky painted pink and gold where it was blue a few moments before. At the edge of the plaza is a ring of paving stones, black and white. Paths lead away from the plaza, evenly spaced around the perimeter – which you now see is a circle. "So each god here gets a demesne, which you reach by following the correct path. They're all labeled with symbols, see – ugh, the light is getting bad. Let's wait a minute."

"Didn't the sun just start setting?" you complain.

"Yes, but a day lasts about twenty minutes in the Flower Plaza. Bel has weird tastes." The two of you wait for the moon to rise, and by the gods it is rising, at a slow but visible pace. It takes less than a minute altogether. "Okay! So here's the way to Uche's library: he has almost everything there, but finding what you need is the tricky part. And next door Casimir has this training ground if you want to, like, do sparring. And – ugh, let's ignore that creep – Tidir has a restaurant! It's a great place to hang out. She's only there sometimes, but her apprentices are all really good too. And this is the way to my place! You're free to come by whenever you want, really, I mean it. And…huh."

You check the next symbol – a four-pointed starburst. "Whose is that?"

"…I think it's yours. Ooh, that makes us neighbors!" She gives you a hug. An actual, straight-up hug. When was the last time you had one of those? Mehr's warm, but it doesn't have arms.

"Who's my other neighbor?" you ask, trying not to get flustered.

"Mm, yeah, it's like I thought…" Her mood seems to fall, all of a sudden, as she scrapes the pavement with her beaded sandal. "It's the other newbie. Which is, in theory, good! You two can collaborate on, like, getting worshippers and setting up temples! You can help each other out!"

"What's wrong, Shahnaz?" you ask

"Well, you see, the thing about…"

[ ] Naganami, God of War, is that they got their position by killing the previous God of War. As a mortal! No, I don't know how that's possible! They seem to prefer being alone, which is fine by everyone else…we're kind of scared."

[ ] René, God of Crime, is that he's the God of Crime. He is beyond sketchy. I know he ran, and is still running, a big underground organization. The Goddess of Justice hates him, of course."

[ ] Laevateinn, Goddess of the Hunt, is that she's not…entirely…sane? She gets this gleam in her eye when talking about all of the things she's killed, but anything else bores her so quickly."

 

[Vocalist]

[X] Laevateinn, Goddess of the Hunt, is that she's not…entirely…sane? She gets this gleam in her eye when talking about all of the things she's killed, but anything else bores her so quickly."

Mehr gives a disapproving sound; it is not a fan of trophy hunters.

"All right, well, I'm sure we can…work something out." You sigh, not feeling up to making complex plans right now. "I don't have to work with her, do I?"

"No, not at all," Shahnaz assures you. "You can pay her a visit later and see what you think. But for now, why don't we get you settled in your new place? I'm dying to see how you decorate it." She pulls you along; the Flower Plaza fades behind you, into a curious grey mist. It's not cold, as you expected – it's strangely warm, as if some energy is warming the earth and causing it to steam up. Yes, energy…you think that this place is filled with energy, currently unused.

You stop. "So. Can I do anything here?"

Shahnaz giggles. "I think there are a few things that would get the others angry at you. Don't dig a hole to Oblivion, or mess with another god's territory…but other than that I can't think of anything."

"Oblivion is a realm of chaos, inhabited by demons. Why would I go there, and how would I get there from here?" you say, laughing.

"You're laughing," Shahnaz is laughing too, "but I heard from Uche that a god did go there once. It was a disaster and El banned it afterwards, so Uche was complaining because now he wants to study primordial chaos."

You are distracted from the topic by a shadow, a red-lined silhouette, approaching – at a run – through the mist. "Shahnaz, is anyone else supposed to be here?"

"Huh? Oh…" Her eyes go wide, and you both flinch as a woman skids to a stop a mere pace from crashing into you. "Laevateinn! We were just talking about you – I said to Sunon here that he should pay you a visit when he had the time. What brings you here?"

"I was curious. And bored." The Goddess of the Hunt studies you, as you (and Mehr, poking its head back out) study her in turn. She is a tall, well-built woman. Straw-colored hair frames an uncommonly pale face, with uncommonly red eyes. The rest of her is covered by white armor, finely-fitted and inscribed with channels of light that glow the same red as her eyes. You've never seen anything like it. It also occurs to you to wonder why she's wearing that here – is there some danger about?

As for you, well…you see the way her eyes narrow in dissatisfaction. "You're the new god here? You don't look like much. Can you fight?"

"Um…probably not as well as you, I'd say!" You're trying to make a joke. She doesn't laugh. She looks sincerely disappointed. "I'm just the god of light."

She mumbles, "Light…I'm used to making my own light. I'm used to darkness too. Light is pointless if there's nothing to see. A lot of beasts leave tracks that can't be seen with the eye. You have to listen to the currents of the void."

Shahnaz laughs nervously. Mehr expresses its disappointment. She really is insane, isn't she?

But that draws her attention – totally focused, her eyes seem like they could burn anything less flammable than your phoenix. "What is it?"

"This is Mehr. It is a phoenix. Currently in a very young state, I'm afraid. Please don't touch."

She leans uncomfortably close, though she keeps her hands on her hips. Mehr faces her bravely. "I've heard of phoenixes. Is it true that they don't ever die?"

"Well, they do die," you explain, "but then they are always reborn as an egg."

"Is there a way to kill one permanently? What if it died in a very thorough way? If I cut it apart in enough pieces—"

"That is ENOUGH," you cry, jumping backward protectively. Shahnaz steps forward to usher Laevateinn away with platitudes about how you're tired and this really isn't the right time and you're not even listening. How dare she? Is she only Goddess of the Hunt because Murder was already taken?

A voice catches your attention – it's Laevateinn, at the edge of being swallowed by mist. "I've angered you, haven't I?"

"Did you really just figure that out?" you ask icily.

"She's not good with people," Shahnaz frets. "But I bet you'd like to apologize now, right?" she says, turning to the other goddess.

Laevateinn says, "Let's have a duel. If you want. I think it'll make you feel better."

You facepalm. "Mehr," you say under your breath, "what should I do?"

Mehr just doesn't want to be killed. It doesn't want you to be killed either, it adds.

[ ] "FINE! Now get out!" If Laevateinn only respects strength, then you have to show her some, or she'll keep walking all over you! You probably can't beat her, but you know some things about self-defense.

[ ] "NO! Now get out!" You don't need to prove yourself to this lunatic! Furthermore, you have never liked fighting, and it certainly will not make you 'feel better' to get your ass kicked.

Once Shahnaz has taken her away, you slump down to the ground and moan. It's a general rule that in any large group of people, a small proportion of them will be malicious idiots. Are even the gods subject to this? Is Laevateinn the only one? How many gods are there total? You can name a dozen or so, worshipped in the lands through which you've travelled. You are sure there are more.

…It's getting hot. Finally, you remember that you're still wearing kit to traverse a Drachleonan forest in winter, though you've left that forest far behind. Grumpily, you take off your cloak, your coat, your phoenix chick, your second coat, and one of your shirts. Mehr pecks at the foggy ground, testing its texture. Werrk?

"Might as well. We don't have Shahnaz here to explain how, though…" There is now a pine tree right before you, dripping snow onto Mehr, who is trilling happily. "How did you do that?"

Rii! It's all about visualization, apparently. As the pine tree disappears like a drawing wiped from a slate, replaced by a thorny myrrh tree, you close your eyes and try to figure this out. As you noted before, there is a lot of energy here, and it feels…friendly? You could – well. There's one thing you have to try first.

The little ball of light rises from your hand into the air, pushing back the muggy mist. It illuminates more flat, featureless ground in every direction. El gave you a pretty big area to work with, didn't she? Do you need to worry about running into your neighbors, or are there shenanigans going on that make this place as big as it needs to be? You're used to magic being more arduous, artificial, painstaking. It's not as easy as waving a hand, and it's certainly not this big.

Mehr is currently making a tree whose branches ascend like a spiral staircase that its tiny flightless self can jump up.

You know what? Fuck it. You're a god now. You might as well think big. You might as well give yourself what you want.

[ ] A stone hut, perched on an arid mountainside surrounded by frankincense and myrrh. This is a replication of the place you lived for many happy years in the Frankincense Forest, where you met Mehr.

[ ] A log hall, like the place you were wintering in Drachleona, in a snowy forest of conifers. Not too cold of course.

[ ] A palatial treehouse, grown out of a mighty still-living maple.

[ ] Write-in (Let your imaginations run wild! Mehr requires trees, preferably resinous ones.)

 

[Vocalist]

Gods​

Spoiler: El, Goddess of the Beginning

Creator Goddess, who endowed the world with the spark of life through her own sacrifice. Impish, with a love of new sights and 'interesting' events.

Form: A girl of perhaps ten or twelve, she makes up for her height by floating above the ground. Her oversized robes, trailing gold sash, and ribbon-braided hair all dangle beneath her.

Spoiler: Bel, God of the End

God of Death, who appears to shepherd all souls to their final destination. Stoic and unflappable.

Form: A tall man with piercing dark eyes. He has a strange sense of style, dressing in mismatched clothes picked up from his travels. Always, he wears a bone-handled sword.

Spoiler: Shahnaz

Goddess of Beauty and the queen of gossip who knows everything going on in the City of the Gods.

Form: A beautiful young woman with brown skin and dark eyes. Her pink hair is usually held in a thick braid wound through with golden ropes, and her outfits are always fabulous.

Spoiler: Laevateinn

Goddess of Hunting. Obsessed with combat and challenge. She seems to have a hard time comprehending anything else. A new goddess, having ascended in the past year.

Form: A very tall woman with straw-colored hair and very pale skin. She wears white plate armor in a strange style, inscribed with channels that glow the same dangerous red as her eyes.

 

[Vocalist]

[X] "NO! Now get out!" You don't need to prove yourself to this lunatic! Furthermore, you have never liked fighting, and it certainly will not make you 'feel better' to get your ass kicked.

[X] A palatial treehouse, grown out of a mighty still-living maple.

The ground stays undetermined; you focus on the sky. One trunk that grows big, bigger, still bigger. You panic a bit when you realize that you're growing a cedar (you like cedars) but cedars tend to have thin branches and you don't know if you can make them big enough for what you have in mind. "Mehr what trees get really big?" you ask in a rush, balancing on the branch of something that is not any kind of tree at all.

Werr?

"I don't know how it's working! Give me an idea before this thing vanishes in a puff of logic!"

Wa!

"You may think it's an interesting idea, but I think I'd prefer to sleep in a tree that has features and characteristics. Oh, that's it, maple!"

The big-leafed maples have a particularly lush shade, and they attract patches of emerald moss with the pile of a carpet. There are branches indeed, thick enough to walk on, that lead to the leaf-shaded knots you'll call rooms. Three to start; you can grow more if you need the space. Though you haven't lived in a house with more than three rooms since you were a child, maybe being a god will get you accustomed to luxury or something like that. And you're not counting Mehr's space: your phoenix has you climb up the trunk to place it in a convenient hollow, before sadly admitting that it will need to sleep with you until it can fly and burn things again.

Tuckered out, the two of you fall asleep on a bed of moss, well-pleased with yourselves.

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You are awakened by a sharp, insistent prodding at your hand. Babies always have a talent for making it known that they want to be fed, you muse. But to your surprise, the warm little presence hops away as soon as you start moving, to…you groggily take in the scene: it's El, the little Goddess of Life, sitting on a branch, offering something from her hand.

Riiii…

"Ooh, can I hold you? Aww. You are the cutest, little baby…Yo, good morning, Sunon."

"What are you feeding it?" you ask with a bit of parental concern.

She points to an open jar labeled 'Mastic', filled with tears of whitish resin. "Courtesy of the Goddess of Cooking, Tidir. A housewarming gift, or two." One of her ribbons rises up, snakelike, slyly holding another jar of something in luxurious amber. It's labeled with a maple leaf.

Mehr's brown eyes find it, locking on. It stops going for more mastic, instead giving you a plaintive look as you gratefully accept the second gift.

You glare: "I am not giving you maple syrup unsupervised." Mehr gets one capful of the divinely sweet liquid and no more, no matter how cutely it peeps.

"Mm, I'm going to enjoy having you two around," El beams. "You're cute."

"Both of us?" you ask.

In answer, she gives you a patronizing pat on the head. "Now, I know I pawned you off on Shahnaz when you first arrived, but I do want to give you some more of my time. It's what you deserve: To get the low-down from highest of the higher-ups!"

"We're going down?" You can't even see the ground from here, it's so high.

"Uh, no. I just want to answer your questions." She looks embarrassed. "…Blame Bel. He's always teaching me lingo that doesn't exist yet."

[ ] Talking with El (Choose up to five options)
-[ ] Is Laevateinn dangerous?
-[ ] Are there any other gods as weird as Laevateinn?
-[ ] Why did you choose me to become a god?
-[ ] What does it mean to be the God of Light?
-[ ] What can I do in the mortal world?
-[ ] Are there any other gods you think I would get along well with?
-[ ] What do you do all day?
-[ ] Why did you create the world?
-[ ] Why is it forbidden for gods to go to Oblivion?
-[ ] Where did you and Bel come from?
-[ ] Are you actually dead?
-[ ] Can I die? Again, I mean.
-[ ] Write-in