The Youngest Faith
"What gods do the spiders mind worship?"
The question came as you were in the middle of a particularly detailed and purple prosed scene in your book, it was clear that whoever the original narrator whose testimony was collected was rather passionate on the subject at state. Granted, the first official deployment of the Luminark of Hysh does seem to be an event worth of awe. But a niggling suspicion claw at the back of your mind as you recall your visit to the Light College before Dum and wonder if such awe was not better explained by the over abundance of Hysh that such deployment will bring.
"what was your question?" you reply. putting aside the treatise on known deployment of the Orbs of Sorceries in the history of the colleges.
"That gestalt of spiders you are to let loose in your library"
Cython was lounging about in your dragon room while flipping the next page on the book he was reading, a simple theological work written on Hekarti written after Laurelorn had declared it's independence. One of the gifts you managed to part from House Tindomiel, a reasonable request considering her symbol might one day adore the veins of magic running across the Empire.
"You told me of the Manling gods, shared books from the Dawi, and hinted at the the pantheon of those Halfing folks. Even now you share a book on the elven pantheon from those water folks who stand isolated from their birthland, yet you have not spoken of the gods of those who now preoccupies so much of your time, have you not said they share a form of Sapience between them?"
you hum, "I don't think they worship any god, I am not sure they even have the concept of divinity that most species share, not in a way that is familiar to us."
"Your mortal species do not agree on what the divine are, between the Dawi, Elves and mans, and even less on how they are to be treated. How can we know if the We does not venerate their gods in a way that is merely to alien for us to recognize."
"There are still some similarity that remain, a defined Name, if not Names, a domain, rituals and places of worship, a dedicated priesthood. The We show none of that, they do not even recognize that when they witness the Shrines and rituals that take place in the Karak."
"The greenskin have no true priesthood, only nexus to their gods energies, the Orges worship a Maw in the ground, your classical gods came from the east, having no recognized place of worship in this side of the World's edge mountains, and there were plenty of gods of nomads civilization that recognized no singular place of prayer or even a portable shrine. Those characteristics you described are not universal."
You shake your head.
"Still, there always remain a form of worship, whatever implicit or explicit. a recognition of a singular or multiple entities. The closest the We have are such a thing is their own composite consciousness."
"Which is made from the past knowledge of all their members. A form of Ancestor Worship like the Dawi?"
"Perhaps" You ponder. " But can you really Venerate someone you view as part of who you are? not as a metaphor. Rather then an foundational part of your very being? The Dwarves have the benefit of separation of thought from their gods. Could you worship something that you perceive as your own mind in the past?"
The silence linger, Cython flip a few more page of his book with a strand of Hysh before he answer next.
"You spoke of the We's plan to separate a part of themselves into this Library-We, would they still consider themselves the same Entity? or would their new Sapience consider itself separate?"
You think back at the conversation that you had with the Karak-We, when they spoke of separating their hive into two. A bizarre concept to translate from a hivemind to a mortal.
"They should, But they might still considered themselves as being a continuation of the Karak-We, making any any action taken before the split as their own. Beside, considering the way they described their future interaction with this Library-We, I feel they are more likely to consider the other We as more of a possible equal then anything that might turn into worship. the same should be true in reverse."
"Then they will remain without a patron god."
"Perhaps they will mimic your kind in this."
Cython snort in amusement "There are worse species to imitate, I wonder if they will take to the same hunger for answers as you took, it would be an interesting partner to share my theories, mortal, yet enduring."
You mentally picture Cython and a We hunter wearing a librarian hat arguing about which of the latest cult is which god under the mask a few hundred years from now and giggle. There are worse company to share a possibly blasphemous gossip.
"Perhaps they might adopt a god from another race, the elven pantheon do have tendency to run around, and their proximity to to the humans and scholars might push them to adopt Verena, in whatever bizarre way they would exalt her."
"Cross species Gods are always an interesting case, and amusing. I can Imagine it will cause quite a stir in your so call Gathering." Cython say with a tilt of his head.
"The Grand Conclave, and I do believe we are quite a far way from having a Araneae Sapiens from taking a seat there, amusing as it would be."
The Fire flicker and your eyes are drawn toward to stack of books on the Ancestors Gods, the less said about them the better. The Karaz Ankor had it's fair share of surprises for this century. Regardless of how much the expression on some of the stuffy long beard would be a marvel to watch.
"Or given enough time they might spread enough to draw their own minor wander god looking for a territory of his own. Depending on how much the We psyche will be attractive to the divine."
You think back on your past conversation on what possible reason the gods would want worshippers and wonder how the faith of a Sapience Hivemind would compare to that of a mortal.
"Perhaps, that would be an interesting case study for you no?"
"True, this gathering of species you arranged does offer more interesting question then the scavengers that haunted those peaks before you." Cython speak with a light voice.
Another reason for him to stick around on friendly terms you think, cozying in your seat to finish the chapter you started a while ago.
Hopefully the blue's Celestial Hurricanum would have less of a purple prose.
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Mathilde left the meeting complaining about the Celestial various idiosyncrasies with the palpable aura of Ulgu surrounding her. Above and beyond with what she enter with.
Cython huffed and went back to his nap, content that that particular conversation will have her return with some answers and more questions.
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The months pass, the Waystone Project process apace and you can finally step down from the Gyrocopter.
First civilian craft or not the Gyrocopter that had been built for you had yet to do the impossible and not have you finish a flight feeling like a horse kicked you in the head.
You wave to Adela as she Disembark and start the after flight checklist, cheering a merry tune as if she did not spend the last hours sitting next to the loudest noise nuisance in a few days distance.
Oh, the benefits of working in a gunnery workshop, or is it the disadvantages?
The walk to the Halfing farms could not have been shorter, and the evening you spent with Panoramia could not have been longer, but it was time to go back to your Penthouse and see if anything interesting had occurred while you were gone, and check on the latest news from the We tutors.
Or it would have been time had you not been stopped by the group of glassy eyed children who stop you for stories of the fabled elven city.
You sigh, soon.
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It was a few minutes later when you managed to extract yourself by crafting an illusion of Champion Kadoh during one of his more memorable flex off with Johann while moving him in the opposite direction of your path home, taking with him the gaggle of admiring children.
Well, almost all of them.
The girl before you is young, very young, that in any other place other then Eight peak you would not have felt safe for her to travel, even in the company of other kids. One of those growing numbers that have been born after the the full reconquest of the entire Karak.
She is shy too, barely a mumbled word before she give up and just stare at you. You look back, wondering if she is waiting for something when she start to reach into her pocket and take out a surprisingly neatly folded scroll for someone her age.
She also doesn't linger long, gone before you could do more then grasp the scroll and ponder who did she remain you off. Eike? too young, some other girl or two you can't bring to mind right now.
You open the scroll expecting either a simply worded child's letter or a secret missive from your colleagues. And you draw a breath.
It was well done, for a child her age, the lines brisk and clear and the coloring more distinct then an average child early scribbles. No overt erasure mark or uneven lines, the characters in question was clear and anatomically accurate, and the background had been incorporated better then even most adults could do. She had talent, that you even briefly consider offering her tutoring lesson to get your own painter. a few good years of tutorship and she will surpass even the works you commission from Altdorf .
The child, the very same that handed you the scroll. danced along on the paper while being followed by a few of the We spiders, with Kvinn-Wyr peak in the distance.
Yet unlike most children drawings, the spider are not the scary monsters under the bed, they dance and spin around the girl as she laugh.
The style is juvenile, but you could almost imagine how it would look in a few years. you seen it before, somewhere and sometime.
She must have been one of the children in the crowd, one of those times you went to lead the We to the Library for the relocation.
You fold the scroll into your pocket and absent mindedly pet the cat that had stood by the side this whole time and go on home. letting the day slid out of your mind. Wolf is waiting.
The black cat's eye trail you all the way out of sight.
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The shrine was lit, it was always the last room you make sure is clean when you leave the Penthouse, you scratch Wolf while you wait for Adela to finish her preflight check and give you the all clear to go back to Laurelorn.
You said your goodbyes to Panoramia, make sure to drag Belegar to a proper cooling off night of drinking, told Thorek that you will pick him and made sure to update the teaching plans you left the teachers of the Library-We.
The candle you lit flicker a bit.
Hmm, The library-We.
You reach out to your pocket and pull out a scroll you have somehow forgotten about for your entire stay here. it is in the same pristine situation you received it.
The scroll is unfurled and you sit there in your shrine. hmm.
You flip your Coin in the air.
The Coin spins.
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It is a few hours when the candle that was lit finally breath it's last, after the sound of the Gyrocopter is long gone. The shrine is pristine. the air is clear and the sun is setting at last, a mirror for the painted setting sun on the drawing in front of the shrine.
On the painting of a Lovers' picnic for all the people of the world except one.
On the painting of a Family picnic to only one pair of human eyes, one pair of canine eyes, and all the cats of the world.
The Lovers laugh, the Twins rejoice.
And the Youngest of the family dance with her new friends.