The Spark of the Divine [IC|Closed]

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Tue Jan 03, 2017 1:29 pm

The Spark of the Divine

Once upon a time, many ages of men ago, a single spark of light dwelt in the void alone. It was a content spark, happy to simply shine and illumine the vast darkness of the cosmos, at least for a time. For endless eons it was solitary, simply musing, thinking, but eventually it grew restless; what good was light if none were there to appreciate it? This spark desired companions, others to gaze upon the beauty of its form; to be cherished and adored.

And thus from its thoughts beings sprang, spirits of lesser brilliance and gorgeous array. And the spark was happy once more, for together the light and the spirits danced and communed, talking for long ages of the wonder of existence and the emptiness of the void. The more luminous of the spirits took on their own names, and their own forms, clothing themselves in shapes magnificent and strange; the spark was glad, for in their minds sprung thoughts it could never have conceived alone, thoughts of the surpassing ingenuity and grace.

At long last the spirits grew restless; the void was so formless, and they desired ought to occupy their time, something to mold. They grew tired of the spark's musings and esoteric discourses, impatient with its placid ways. The light saw their unhappiness and was down-hearted as well; for if its children could not be happy with it, how then could it be glad? Finally it happened upon a way to ease their disquiet.

Within the void it spun itself together, the spark changing and molding itself far beyond the glorious splendor of even the most magnificent of the spirits. Struck speechless by its brilliance the spirits could only watch as the spark became Mara, the Earth, a realm of immeasurable splendor and unknowable secrets. Forests beyond the ken of their minds grew from the rocky veins of the realm, oceans vast and tempestuous, and the spirits descended into the firmament to gaze upon the wonders of Mara.

Last of all the spark left its children a gift; beings walked upon the world, beasts, birds, fish, and finally man. In man the remnant of the spark burned brightest, and the more luminous of the spirits took it upon themselves to guide man, to help him on his course. Man walked in the lush gardens of Mara and was happy, for the radiant spirits walked with him, speaking with him, counseling him.

But in the hearts of the cleverest of the spirits a new thought awoke, a black thought; with the spark gone and these men existent upon Mara, they could gather power and beauty for themselves. Some lights thought to themselves that they could gain dominion over the others, be powerful, grow more like the spark had once been.

And that, gentle listener, is where our story begins.

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It is the dawn of the age of the divine. Man has loved upon Mara for many generations, never growing much, but now the most cunning and ambitious of spirits have descended to the Mortal Plane to change that forever. They have gathered followers, and mankind has become split among the ways and beliefs of the deities; which sect will rise and which will fall is a tale that only the spark and time can tell; soon it will be seen which deity, in truth, possesses the Spark of the Divine.

Week One Begins

Three Wanderers have been sighed on the plains of Godshome, men and women in ramshackle clothing of unknown origin. If approached by emissaries of a Divine, they may in fact consider joining a tribe.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Tue Jan 03, 2017 1:42 pm

The Asagal, Godshome

The world of the Lord of the Earth, Maerios, had come strongly to his favored son during the night's slumber. In the dream of Istvan he had seen the fruit bushes that bloomed in abundance about the camp of the Maenads, the followers of Maerios, and seen that they were good to eat and easy to glean. It would fill the bellies of the small group that was the tribe, and the beneficence of the Divine moved several members of the tribe to prayer as the day began. More importantly, though, Istvan perceived through a gift of the sight of his master that the bands of energy of creation still enfolded this rich and fertile region. With ample water, food, and the favor of the memories of the spark, more flesh and blood might be called to the bosom of the tribe if the powers saw that the tribe could care for more.

So with their backs turned to the labor, Istvan and his wife Sonia labored long at the berry bushes, striping two of the leafy foliages of their plump fruits. Maerios taught that all things deserved their own place in the world, but now the god had told his followers of a need to enjoy and steward the resources about them. Even as the Maenads worked to fill their stew pots and sang their requests to the Almighty, they left the waving fields of amber grain to their devices, as was pleasing to their god. Far to the north Ibrahim noted a man wandering alone and confused, but no guidance had the folk of the Asagal received about outsiders, so the Maenads left him alone.

Away to the east, where another tribe made its dwelling near the fields of golden grain, Maerios himself manifested next to rock golem that was Beo, the other child of the spark watching over his own followers. Stroking his great red beard, Maerios spoke aloud, thought furrowed in his brow.

"Beo, your humans have chosen to settle near mine and this bounty of wheat, and I would have words with you. There is much food here for all to enjoy, if we chose peace over conflict. I would scarce see your followers cut off from this earth, nor Mara ring with the cries of the dying. If you will accede that the westernmost half of the grain fields are to be allotted to my chosen, I will respect the eastern reaches as yours."

3 Followers pray to Maerios, 2 Followers gather Berries from the south-eastern and southern bushes.

by **New Roman Empire** » Tue Jan 03, 2017 2:32 pm

Korinith

Korinith sat in the shade under an oak tree as he watched his people, he only appeared after they had worshiped in the morning. Only the high priests, well them and a mortal women he had laid with knew what his form looked like and that was so he could walk among them without the hassle of being asked questions. His son was a man now of the age of 19, soon going to start his own family. His son was Yuleif The Wise or so the people called him. Korinith prized stealth, clever tactics, agility, and intelligence over everything. he hoped to avoid a direct war and would rather fight a war of espionage and sabotage if it came to that rather than a head on fight. Once their worship was done, 1 hunter went out in search of food, three went to the woods to gather berry and other items if they could them. While 1 villigers were training to help defend the tribe if it were attacked. Yuleif was the village leader and dealt with the concerns of the tribe with the guidance of his father.

1 followers go to hunt, 3 gather berries to the east, while 1 followers are training to help defend the village.

by **Ulls** » Tue Jan 03, 2017 10:53 pm

Mara,
Week 1

It had been many moons since the Enigmatic One had connected his presence on the body of his father. Not much had been shown to him for his vison was as limited as his followers in some ways. Sure, his gaze was wide enough to see the region and other fragments of his father. Yet, he didn't feel divine, he felt small as a mortal. This emptiness was filled with a sense of purpose. His task was to guide this tribe to a prosperity. Their enemies were many, both natural and supernatural. It was his task to protect his flock as a parent would protect their children. A shepherd that protects his sheep.

He look at the region through the void. From his gaze he saw the world was still clouded in shadow. The darkness was so dense that his light could not breach it. It was strange, to not know the world of mortals as much as his followers. It was strange seeing the Spark lay itself in this blanket that not even the children could see its majesty. Yet even in the absolute nothing of the dark that he could hear the pleas of his wards. He moved in a graceful movement, mechanical tentacle propel his form to Godshome.

Over the night sky, he saw that they were hungry but their tenacity for survival outweigh their neediness. He saw that all but one went to the very bushes that seemed to pop up when they built the totem in his name. Even to this day, he wander if it was his power or the power of the world. Whatever it may be, he decided to leave them to the devices as he drift among the sky to see the region. He saw green as far as a limited gaze can see, but he soon found something that was curious.

Single Humans that wander the land. They claim no god and lived off the land. This was another oddity of the land. All the mortals of the land claimed to be part of one god or another. He was interested in these humans and saw that one was close to the tribe that he claimed and wanted to experiment since the food supply was already secured for the week. He went to the servant that wasn't picking berries and filled his mind with the information needed to go and prostylize .

He honestly didn't have much hope for him to gain a new follower but he saw that any success was a step in the right direction as both god and guardian of the tribe.

Week 1
4 followers went to go pick berries and 1 follower went to go convert 1 wanderer that is 4 squares down and 5 squares right of the totem.

by **ApplePieistan** » Wed Jan 04, 2017 4:50 am

Ninsar, Week 1

Ninsar watched her people from the heavens as they wandered around the World of Mara. Their work to gather food and pray was done without Ninsar needing to command them to do so, which delighted her. Being able to trust her followers was a good feeling, and indeed she could. However, even with humanity's innate ability to recognize their needs and meet them, they have no view from the heavens like Ninsar, and from the heavens, a wanderer can be seen bumbling around the southwest. This wanderer in particular is able-bodied and would make a great addition to the tribe. To lead her people to the wanderer, Ninsar waved her hand, shaping a cloud in the sky into an arrow pointing to the wanderer's location.

The follower sent out to speak with the wanderer was a young, pretty woman named Karis, who looked to be in her twenties. Karis was not selected because of any specific skill of hers, nor was she motivated by her desire to have a new tribesman. Rather, she volunteered because other important activities such as berry picking and prayer felt boring and repetitive. Anything to break away from such typical monotony was in Karis's favor, even if it meant talking to a nomadic stranger in the middle of nowhere. As she ventured out to greet the wanderer, she picked a rose she found on the way, hoping it would provide some charm, show good intention, or at the very least, smell nice.

1 follower talks to northern wanderer, 2 followers picks northwest and northeast berries, 2 followers pray to Ninsar

by **Pasong Tirad** » Wed Jan 04, 2017 8:32 am

Lukayo
Week 1

Ha.
Ha ha.
Ha ha ha.
He he he he he.

So the Almighty Spark has decided that I and my brothers and sisters (never knew Divinities have genders) should come down to this world He's (never knew the Spark has a gender) created and... something. I don't know. He didn't really lay out any specifics. Basically the other Divines were just bored - I don't know why, I mean we were all just sitting there in nothingness thinking - and one of us just up and said "hey, let's get together, form this thing called a world we'll name Mara and try and make our mark on it." Oh I'll make my mark on it. Ha ha ha ha ha. None of this makes sense but okay I'll make my mark.

And by some weird, arbitrary notion of equality, we were all given 5 followers and you won't believe what happened. The first thing - literally the first thing - they did when they saw me was bow down and worship. Can you believe that?! They were newly created living creatures the Spark decided to call "humans" (what the hell kind of name is that?), they knew my name by heart and they just worshipped like what the hell is that?! So I went up to them and I told them "whoa, whoa, whoa, ya'll need to relaaax. You three," I pointed at three humans who I picked for no other reason than that they were there, "uh, go and pick some fruit or something from those bushes. You guys look hungry - well, you all are like, five minutes old, right?"

There were two followers left. "I'll get back to you," I told one of them. "And you," I said to the last follower. "You. You. You." He was literally quaking in fear I loved it it was so funny and so pointless. "Laugh." He was still quaking when I said that, can you believe it? I wanted him to lighten the mood and he was this close to shitting his pants if I was capable of laughing in his face I would have done it - oh wait, I am capable of that. So I did. Now that just made him even more scared like what the hell?! He was already on his knees and quivering, his hands were clasped together as though I was going to smite him.

Well, I could have done. I won't lie and say it didn't cross my mind, but I don't know. It just seemed even more pointless. So I repeated my last order and added some explanations. in a calm, serious, non-pointless manner. "Whenever you laugh, that is how you worship me. So, in order to help sustain me and thus in order to help me help you survive, I need you to laugh. Can you do that for me?" His quivering stopped and his face was just blank. He was confused I mean come on what was so hard to understand about that? "Okay fine here, I'll help. Close your eyes."

And he did. And then he felt something licking his face. He opened his eyes and - there I was! A dog! With long hair and the voice of a female (I was this close to scaring the shit out of him by saying "Ed... ward..." but I don't think he had a name - maybe I should call him Edward? Eh I don't care.), I started licking his face and he just lit up like a... a... I want to say lightbulb but we haven't invented that, so I'll say he lit up like a bonfire. He laughed and I saw him laugh and it was good (that's a thing the Divine say, right? That things are good?). He then closed his eyes (still laughing), so I moved away, and he began to pray like some idiot. I mean, he just instinctively knows that kneeling, closing your eyes, clasping your hands together and bowing your head means to pray to me? How did that happen?! At least he was still laughing while he was praying. That was cool.

And then I totally forgot about that one guy. You had no idea how stupid I looked - even more stupid than the fact that I was currently a dog with long hair and a woman's voice. I ran out of things to order my people so I said "go, uh, go and get somebody else to laugh with us or something. Go on, get!" And instead of talking to the follower, I barked. Like a dog.

It was fun being a dog. Maybe I'll keep doing it.

3 followers gather fruit from the nearest bush, 1 follower prays to Lukayo, 1 follower goes to the wanderer to convert the wanderer to the worship of Lukayo.

by **Torkalia** » Wed Jan 04, 2017 10:41 am

Datyx
Week 1

A small, golden bird flew across the green pastures; a quiet, cold place. Dew whetted the blades of grass, dampening the ground. As the bird flew, five people below its wings stared into the sky. Unmoving, they peered into the heavens with blank, unfeeling stares. The dark grey clouds swirled above them, reflected in their eyes, as immobile as the rest of their bodies. They began to drool, mesmerized by the realities of existence; now well aware of their mortality, their meaninglessness, and that they exist only because a being of unfathomable complexity decided to create them for others to look at with passing interest.

The bird deftly landed in between them, and disgustingly broke apart. Muscle and tendon bending to give rise to Datyx, his grotesque, hobbled form rising ten feet tall. As the monstrosity finished its transformation, the dark creature began to speak, his voice like a slick tongue entering their ears.

"Mortals. You will die. You are nothing. The Spark made you, and it is by it's will you will die. Embrace this injustice, this cruelty, and exact it on the lives of others. This world, it is fundamentally based on the murder and suffering of others. Your entire life is dependent on the murder of another living thing. This is, it seems, what The Spark desired, and so we shall return to the followers of it."

With a crack, Datyx collapsed into a puddle of bloated flesh, soothing the skin of the followers and embracing them in apathetic warmth, sending them into deep sleep, until they awoke with a intense desire to fulfill a task.

3 followers gather berries from the bush in the east, 2 followers pray to Datyx.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Wed Jan 04, 2017 7:45 pm

Day One Summary

Maerios

The three Followers of the Lord of the Earth feel their prayers sink in to the depths, where their god hears their pleas. [3 + 20% = 4 Faith]
Two other Followers of Maerios strip the berry bushes near at hand bear of all produce, carrying back small skins full of the soft fruit. [+10 Food]
The Followers of Maerios eat well at night, roasting the small morsels over a tiny fire built of twigs and dried grasses. [-5 Food]

Due to Maerios' Self Evident nature, his divinity is made clearer to his followers each day. [+2 Divinity]
The natural power of a Divine empowers Maerios drip by drip. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [5] In the night watches the winds bear the body of a woman to the village of the Maenads, increasing the numbers of those who follow the Divine. The stockpiled food of the village on the other hand, is nowhere to be found come morning.

Korinith

Three Followers of Korinith glean from the berry bushes of the area around the camp. [+15 Food]
The Hunter dispatched to the forests returned empty-handed. Despite the inspirations of his god, it seems there are no creatures of a size worth being hunted after in this world- the trees are silent and nearly still save for the sound of the wind in their leaves, though he walked in the forests all day. Still, his contemplation on how one might attack a creature like man may prove fruitful for the tribe. [+1 Innovation]
The Guard, training his muscles in calisthenics barely conceived of, lacks much of an idea of what he is actually hoping to achieve. He has never fought an enemy before, man or beast, but his thoughts on how one might accomplish such an objective may prove useful one day. [+1 Innovation]
The folk of Korinith eat as they must to sustain their lives. [-5 Food]

The natural power of a Divine stirs in Korinith's chest. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [2] From out of the morning dews the people of the village find a young man, scarcely old enough to shave, his eyes still bright with the power of creation and the echo of the spark that has manifested him upon the planet. Of their food stockpiles there is no sign, but another laborer eagerly joins the village.

Ulls

Four of the Followers of Ulls harvest the berries about their small tribal site, returning with a bounty of produce fit for many mouths. [+20 Food]
The Missionary sent by Ulls to speak to the Wanderer reaches his objective, and speaks to the man of the beneficence of the god that the people serve. [Resolution Below]
The people of the tribe consume their daily meals. [-5 Food]

Naturally Ulls feels power stir in its veins, as is the way of the world. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [6] As night falls, a figure staggers out of the onrushing eastern darkness, his skin slick with sweat and his eyes wild. Light wisps off of his skin as if he were filled with it, and he seems not to know where he is or where he came from. A gift of the spark, perhaps, he soon adapts to the welcome of the folk of Ulls and decides to join with their humble polity. Their stockpiles of food, however, are nowhere to be found when day comes anew, and the stranger's belly bulges contentedly after ravenous feasting.

Ninsar

The two Followers of the Moon Lady gather a supply of food for the tribe happily as the sun rides overhead. [+10 Food]
Two Followers offer prayers to their goddess, though her symbol still rides low behind the horizon. [+2 Faith]
The Missionary speaks to the northmost Wanderer, his voice woven with arguments of theology and reason. [Resolution Below]
At evening meal, the folk of Ninsar feast on the bounty gathered by their fellows. [-5 Food]

The Self Evident nature of Ninsar, her sigil plain for all to see in the night sky, reinforces her divine aspect. [+2 Divinity]
As was ordained, power gathers from the hidden places and currents of the world to the bosom of Ninsar. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [1] No wanderers disturb the nighttime revels of the folk of Ninsar.

Upon awakening at dawn the next day, the people of the tribe find their excess food spoiled in the open air, for they have no storage where it may be kept unfortunately. [-5 Food]

Lukayo

As their laughing god commanded, so the tenuous weak beings did- harvest sustenance for their own frail bodies and that of their fellows. [+15 Food]
Laughter? As prayer? This concept seemed strange to the one perhaps called Edward, but he did so, as his Divine bade. [+1 Faith]
The final follower of the Laughing God made its way to where a Wanderer made their home, not far from the village, to bear word of the mercies and benefits of life beneath the gaze of Lukayo. [Resolution Below]
The meals of the followers of Lukayo make their own mark on the food supplies of the tribe. [-5 Food]

As a Self Evident being, apparent to man through his mirth and good nature, Lukayo's defined essence waxes. [+2 Divinity]
The natural power of a Divine suffuses Lukayo's veins. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [9] Near the midnight hour, beneath the full moon, blundering noises from the communal food supply waken some of Lukayo's followers. There they find a mature woman whose face is stuffed full of food, seeming to not yet be full even though she has eaten enough for ten men. Though some are disgruntled with her consumption, her glowing green eyes resplendent with the power of creation cause the tribe to accept her as a gift from the weave of the world.

Datyx

Three folk follow the words of the twisted form that had commanded them, their young minds prey to its words knowing no other mode of thought. Even temporal forms had to be sustained, after all. [+15 Food]
Two others pray at the feet of the misshapen figure of Datyx, and direct their prayers they know not where as the Divine dissolves before them. [+2 Faith]
Food continues the existence of those who call on the name of Datyx, for now. [-5 Food]

Datyx's Self Evident nature, a specter of the death of life, underpins the Divine's existence as a being of finality. [+2 Divinity]
The power of all Divines touches the malicious creature. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [1] The night winds are silent over the village of the Corrupted.

As dawn breaks the excess food of the tribe is flecked with rot, the riotous powers of creation and time consuming it as they do all things that are not properly stored. [-10 Food]

Those Divines that do not command their followers see their peoples feed themselves on wild berries and huddle in their solitary hut, disturbed by the lack of guidance of their patrons.

Conversion Attempts

To the Wanderer of the central part of Godshome come Followers of Ulls and Lukayo, each bearing seductive words of an allegiance that could be taken now if the Wanderer wishes. [3 + 1 = 4] [5 + 1 = 6] The Wanderer, a young woman of surprising fire, refutes their arguments though; she lives her own path, away from the strictures of the Divines, and wishes no master.

The northern Wanderer, on the other hand, is approached only by a representative of Ninsar, the Lady of the Moon. [2 + 1 = 3] He also, a venerable man of military age, is unimpressed with what he calls a slave of a jumped up false god seeking his favor. Though he does not outright reject the words of the Missionary, neither is he swayed by them.

Day Two Begins

by **Torkalia** » Wed Jan 04, 2017 8:26 pm

Datyx
Week 2

As Datyx's influence coursed through their veins, the children of death found little solace in the taste of their berries. With knowledge imparted upon them, the momentary pleasure given from such a feast were impossible to enjoy. The only solace they found was in prayer; to strengthen the God that had shown them the cruel truth of existence, in the hopes that one day he could end the pains of mortality, and to bring justice to the being that had brought about the existence of Mara.

Though the taste mattered not, the peoples of the tribe still had to eat. Dark images of starvation befuddled their minds, rotten carcasses dotting the landscape as famine enveloped them. Excruciating pain and hopelessness for the follish and dimwitted, and these portals to the future inspired the followers of the Dark Lord to prepare for the Great Famine.

Casting aside time for devotion, they began to strictly ration foods, and prepare for a way to truly survive.

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2 followers harvest berries from the bush in the west, 3 followers level land to the east to create a mud brick harvest area.

by **Los Mesa** » Wed Jan 04, 2017 11:31 pm

Day 2

Ardruil woke from his slumber in the heavens yawning as he flapped his wings to shake out his cramped body parts. He jumped of his mountain in the heavens and flew down to Mara to observe his people, the Ardanz. As he flys around, he sees the peoples of his siblings starting to flourish and senses urgency to do the same for his people. He flies above the Ardan's idling around.
He whispers his will to their minds.

"My followers, idleness is the folly of all sentients. Mitigate before it be the fall of you. Three of you, gather food from the berries, one collect lumber and the last pray for your soul and you may find bounty from me!"

He grunted as flew low as to show his presence to the mortals.

3 followers gather bushes southeast, 1 follower gathers lumber northwest, 1 follower prays for Ardruil's bounty

by **New Roman Empire** » Thu Jan 05, 2017 7:09 am

Korinith

Korinith watched as his people did their daily worship, they would soon be sent to do their daily tasks. Korinith was thrilled, they brought food in yesterday that would last for several days hopefully. Though he noticed the follower training was somewhat successful. But there was always something to improve on. Once they had finished their prayers, they all stood up and went to start their daily tasks. The same follower from yesterday went back to exercise in the hopes of improving his skills. 2 followers went to gather fruit from bushes to the east and the south. Two follower went to collect wood from a tree to the south east and west. One follower was sent to seek a wanderer in their area in the hopes of converting them.

1 follower continues to train, 2 followers gather fruit from a bush to the west and to the south. 2 followers sent to gather lumber fr trees to the south west and south east. 1 follower sent to try to convert a wanderer.

by **Pasong Tirad** » Thu Jan 05, 2017 7:53 am

Week (or is it Day?) 2
Lukayo

Ha!
Ha ha ha!
Huh.
Huh?!
Ah!

"She said what?!" I couldn't help shouting. The guy I sent to try and welcome the wanderer to our camp came back empty handed. " Sounds pretty pointless. No masters and no Divines? I love it. See if you can't get her back here. Maybe offer her some food or offer yourself or something, I don't know. Get gud at proselytizing! Figure it out. Go on. Skoot. Maybe you'll gain some muscles from walking everywhere. Whatever! Think about it on your way there! And don't forget to laugh every now and then!" He was really confused, but I assume he understood what he needed to with context - I totally forgot that there were some terms and whatnot that we haven't even invented yet. The price of omnipotence, I guess. He ran off in the same direction he left last time. Smart man. Maybe they'll hit it off or something because lately I feel like our population has been growing because of large green puffs of smoke and suspiciously empty food supplies and not in the more natural way the Spark made for us.

Anyway, what did I do today? Oh yeah, well the usual stuff. My people are still living on some form of subsistence. They actually complained about it. To me. They complained. To. My. Face. What the hell?! Well, they were right, after all. That woman finished all the food and even if she didn't the food would have gone bad after a day. Something had to be done. God, I hate creating. It's so pointless, but my people needed to live for some reason (hell if I know what that is). So I whipped from the air a couple of leaves sewn together, which in terms they won't understand is called a greenprint.

Wait, no, that doesn't sound right. Uh. Yellow? Red? OH BLUE! Right. Blueprint. Yes, I totally knew that right away. Anyway, it explained how to make a building, made mostly out of leaves and twigs (it's fine it'll hold, trust me, I'm a Divine). "You two," I told the woman (she had to pull her weight for eating all their food from last night anyway) and another follower, "start working on this. It'll help us build things, like, uh... Just go do it!" They took the leaves from out of my hands (fighting over it too, it was so funny), trying to figure it out. You should have heard them, they were going all like "no, no, no, it's this side up," and "no, you idiot, that's just the lines on a leaf that's not what Lukayo wrote down!"

Granted, I should have explained it to them, but they'll learn.

The three other followers I had were just standing there - well, they haven't eaten since yesterday (but they can't be that hungry, right? Eh, I don't know, I've never needed food), so I said "Alright, come on, follow me." I turned into my dog form (yes, including the hair and female voice) and led them to the nearest bush to pluck. "Go on, do your thing. Don't eat it all!" I guess I watched over them myself while they were picking because... it seemed pointless rather pointless? This land was relatively peaceful, after all. Maybe I'll do something about it - or not. Ha ha ha ha! I don't know what I'm saying!

DAMN IT! I should have pulled a prank on them! Ah, God! How'd I miss that perfect opportunity?! Damn it, Lukayo, get your shit together!

1 follower goes back to the wanderer to try and convert her, 2 followers start work on a Drying Ground for mud bricks, 3 followers gather food from the nearest unharvested bush.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Thu Jan 05, 2017 12:04 pm

The Asagal, Godshome

As Maerios sat upon his throne of earth, watching invisibly the work of his chosen people, he was pleased. Though Beo and he had yet to come to an agreement, and the profusion of Divines upon Godshome troubled the Maker as he observed the rapid consumption of the few resources of the region, he was content with the good that his followers had yet done. Working diligently they had gathered of the fruits of the soil to sustain their own temporal existences, and now with another member added to their ranks through the strange weave and weft of the world there were more hands than ever to do the work he had ordained for them.

More food would need to be gathered to sustain the lives of his faithful, that much was certain. Perhaps more importantly though, his presence touched the minds of those who lived in the Asagal; about the places where Maerios watched and walked, food already grew scarce where men devoured every lick of sustenance from the landscape. His own rejuvenating essence could sustain the needs of his followers, of that Maerios had no doubt, but his strength was still quite limited. Only with the faithful prayers of his followers would their lord be able to return life to the landscape that now shriveled beneath the attentions of mankind.

Their prayers took on a new urgency as the Maenads beseeched Maerios for aid, their wise members seeing the plight that now approached the nascent tribe.

Two Followers harvest Fruit.
Three Followers pray to Maerios.
One Follower worships his Divine, affirming the great aspects of the Lord of the Earth.

by **Ulls** » Thu Jan 05, 2017 5:26 pm

I'llub,
Day/Week Two,
Tribe of Nox

The growth of the tribe came with great interest to the god. He saw the twist of earth and the spirit of the Spark is the source of the mortal. He was one of many who joined the various tribes of his brothers and sisters in their heavens. When his follower came, he ate all the food till there was nothing left. I'llub chalked it up to a necessary hunger while his mortals called it an unnatural gluttony. It wasn't the most important worth of note but it did make the god aware that the Spark, while being the body of Mara, was alive. This gave the structural god some form of gladness that the Spark was alive in some way.

There was something more important. Something powerful that filled its very core. When found the source of the power, he found that his very being generate the power that is inherited by all divines. This came from those who had the spark, a smaller one that generated power for a major one. He saw that the mortals were a wellspring of energy that could help him when needed. Still, the needs of the mortal are many and bellies need to be fed.

He knew that all but one of the tribe's bushes were picked of berries. However, there were fields of wheat that were able to fill the bellies of the followers. Four of the followers went to go gather the wheat for nourishment. One of the followers was now designated shaman in order to do the nightly prayers. 1 Had an important mission, he will be the scout and go as far as he can to make new discoveries.
Week/Day 2

4 followers go down nine squares to gather wheat
1 follower pray nightly prayers to generate faith
1 follower is sent to explore in the east to try and discover new things

by **The Burning Sun** » Thu Jan 05, 2017 5:47 pm

by **Prusslandia** » Thu Jan 05, 2017 6:02 pm

Lorgar silently kneeled in the hut, his head bowed and eyes closed as he grasped the sharp stone on the pedestal before him. His mouth moved in a silent litany as he brought the blade to his cheek. Without as much of a gasp he cut, already moving to the other side of his face as crimson blood gushed from the wound. His prayer no longer silent, he began to sway side to side as he worshiped his Lord.

"Hear me O Perfect Creator, from your imperfect servant." Another cut, this one opening several other recent cuts in the process. He moved to his chest next, the flesh there already a tapestry of scar tissue and scabbed over wounds.

"Hear me, O merciful Lord, from your undeserving servant." The blade moved across his chest, making a thin line across the bumpy, scarred skin. More blood seeped forth, dripping down to the floor below him.

"Hear me, O perfect and beautiful Master, from this ugly and rotten servant of flesh." As Lorgar made another diagonal cut across his chest, making an x, his voice grew hoarse and his breathing ragged.

"Hear me, O glorious Omnissiah!" Lorgar struggled to make a circle on his chest with the blade, sweat dripping and mixing with the blood he was covered with as he mutilated himself. Finishing the shape, the sharp stone tumbled from his fingertip as he dropped to the ground, arms splayed in front of his prostrate form. His chest heaved as he panted in silence, his effort seeming in vain, until a voice spoke in a shouting whisper, pressure enveloping his skull.

Listen well, my Child....

Two priests worship.
Two priests go to convert the wanderer to the East.
One priest gathers food from the bush to the East.

by **ApplePieistan** » Thu Jan 05, 2017 6:18 pm

Ninsar, Week 2

The number of followers of Ninsar has been stagnant, and that gave some concern to Ninsar. What would she do when they die out? Yes, they will enter the heavens, but Ninsar needs people to pray to her! Without that, she would be nearly powerless. The people seemed content with only gathering enough food to feed themselves, but Ninsar was having none of that. With her slight power, Ninsar took control of the winds and used it to sneakily give messages, making noises that sounded like human language. To make one human try to convert the wanderer, she used the wind to whisper "talk to him." Another human trying to relax vaguely heard the message "Berries." These subtle messages made people think it was their idea to pick berries and talk to the wanderer. All part of the master plan.

7 followers attack Baelt (purple)

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Thu Jan 05, 2017 8:37 pm

Day Two Ends

Maerios

Two followers of the Maker harvest food from the nearby bushes, confident in their Lord's ability to feed them though the obvious sources of nutrition were dwindling. [+10 Food]
Three of those who call on the name of Maerios raise their prayers for sustenance in these harsh times. [3 +20% = +4 Faith]
One worshiper praises the good aspects of the god that provides. [+1 Divinity]
The six folk of the Asagal eat as is their custom on the slightly roasted husks of the berries gathered. [-6 Food]

Due to Maerios' Self Evident nature, his divinity is made clearer to his followers each day. [+2 Divinity]
The natural power of a Divine empowers Maerios drip by drip. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [4] A brief rumbling of the earth disturbs the evening meal as a famished man claws his way up out of the soil near the campfire of the Maenads. Despite momentary shock at his gaunt near-starved appearance, the people of Maerios feed him the remainder of their supplies and he seems content to join the village.

Korinith

The Warrior of the village continues to train, his mind thinking of how he might strive to defend his fellows even as he exercises his body. [+1 Innovation]
Two followers of Korinith gather food for the tribe. [+10 Food]
Two forest giants see their end as the folk of Korinith fell them for woodworking. [+2 Timber]
The last son of the Divine speaks with a Wanderer near the home of the folk of Museus. [Resolution]
Dining on the repast of berries sustains the needs of men. [-6 Food]

The natural power of a Divine stirs in Korinith's chest. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [2] No presence disturbs the slumber of the people of Korinith. Their excess food spoils the next morning, unstored.

I'llub

Four Followers of I'llub glean the golden stalks of the south, bearing back bushels of edible grain from the fields that lay there. [+10 Food]
Another Followers prays to the Divine for aid in their time of tribulation, and thanks the god for the gift of wheat. [+1 Faith]
The Explorer sent out by the tribe makes their way east as far as a day's journey; they come upon two folk of no tribe wandering alone, and a strange hut occupied by men marked in scars. At night, though, they return to the main hut and report their findings.

Naturally I'llub feels power stir in its veins, as is the way of the world. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [7] A young woman, scarcely old enough to have developed as a lady, wanders in to the village of I'llub during evening prayers. She seems confused, but eats the food given to her by the villagers readily enough, and seems content to work alongside the people that live there.

Ninsar

Two Followers gather food as the whisper commanded them. [+10 Food]
Another two folk of the Lady of the Moon pray to their goddess for redress from humble problems, quarrels, a desire for different foods. But their words carry power to the Divine nonetheless. [+2 Faith]
The final Follower speaks to the dour man again, extolling the virtues that joining the tribe could bring. [Resolution]

The Self Evident nature of Ninsar, her sigil plain for all to see in the night sky, reinforces her divine aspect. [+2 Divinity]
As was ordained, power gathers from the hidden places and currents of the world to the bosom of Ninsar. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [5] A new body joins the village of Ninsar during the night watches, a tall man with pale eyes sitting outside the hut as day breaks with a smile upon his face. The tribe's food surplus is nowhere to be found.

Datyx

Two followers bring necessary sustenance to the dominion of the Corrupted One.
Three Workers labor to flatten out the space their god demands, to dry mud and straw in to solid brick. [3/7 Labor towards Drying Ground]

Datyx's Self Evident nature, a specter of the death of life, underpins the Divine's existence as a being of finality. [+2 Divinity]
The power of all Divines touches the malicious creature. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [6] A new figure comes to the village of Datyx, crawling in to an empty pallet of straw under the cover of night. It's skin smells faintly of a a sickly-sweet decay, but at dawn the man seems a normal enough fellow with bright flaxen hair and deep emerald eyes.

Luna

Two Followers of the Moon Princess retrieve sustenance for the tribe. [+10 Food]
Three Followers of the Moon Princess pray for her help in their hard lives. [3 +20% = +4 Faith]

The Self Evident nature of the moon that rides high in the night sky garners Luna a firm place in the minds of men. [+2 Divinity]
Naturally the power of Mara's currents touches Luna as it does all Divines. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [2] In the night watches a man with pale milky skin joins the quiet circle around the tribe's campfire, his smile radiating a faint emerald light as he speaks of his desire to join the tribe. At dawn, no sign of the excess food the tribe harvested is to be found.

Lukayo

Three followers of the Laughing God go to harvest berries, but despite searching diligently they manage to find only two small groves which are not jealously watched over by the followers of other Divines. [+10 Food]
Two Workers smooth out some of the land near the pond with the stomping of their feet, to make a level area to dry mud-bricks under the sun. [2/7 Labor]
The Missionary journeys for most of the day, before finally reaching the young woman again and speaking to her anew (this time with humor) of the wonders of Lukayo. [Resolution]

As a Self Evident being, apparent to man through his mirth and good nature, Lukayo's defined essence waxes. [+2 Divinity]
The natural power of a Divine suffuses Lukayo's veins. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [1] No change comes to the tribe or its numbers, though the food uneaten by the tribesmen spoils during the moonlit hours as is its wont.

Ardruil

Three Followers of the Great Dragon glean sustenance from the berry bushes available to them, happy to labor to feed their bellies. [+15 Food]
Another Follower seeks far and wide, as far from the tribe as he dares journey, but finds no trees ready for felling like the Divine spoke to him of. He returns at the end of the day, somewhat downhearted at his failure.
The final Follower of Ardruil prays and abases himself before his god, seeking favor from the Divine. [+1 Faith]

The natural power that suffuses Mara touches the bones of Ardruil as the sun sinks below the horizon, and he feels strength stir within him. [+1 Faith]

Growth: [2] As the Feller returns from his futile quest for trees, he sights a lady sprawled in the middle of the dusty path near the village, her eyes as blue as the sky above. She does not know her name, and her ribs stick to her skin as if all sustenance she has ever consumed has been burnt from her by a consuming fire. Eating ravenously once the Feller returns to the village with her, she eventually is satisfied after devouring more than ten men would eat in a day, and wishes to stay with the followers of Ardruil.

The Omnissah

Two Followers of the Omnissah worship their divine through bloody sacrifices. [+2 Divinity]
Two Missionaries speak to the Wanderer in the east, seeking to convert him to the worship of their Dark God. [Resolution]
The last Follower harvests food to sustain his brethren in their mundane existences. [+5 Food]

The natural evidence of the Omnissah's existence affirms the god's enduring aspects. [+2 Divinity]
Strength from the patterns of the world touches the Omnissah's essence. [+1 Faith]

Conversion Attempts

Northern Wanderer: Folk of Korinith and Ninsar compete for the favor of the northern Wanderer. [1 + 1 = 2] [8 + 1 = 9] The words of the people of Ninsar prove the more convincing though, and the man decides to make common cause with the Lady of the Moon.
Central Wanderer: A man comes again from the place of the Laughing God to speak with the young lady that wanders alone. [3 + 1 = 4] His arguments, though passionate, do not sway her.
Eastern Wanderer: Two Priests of the Omnissah speak the immaculate Transcendence to the eastern man who walks by himself. [10] [2] Tired of living in squalor he heeds their words, and returns with them to the tribe.

Day Three Begins

by **ApplePieistan** » Fri Jan 06, 2017 1:28 pm

Ninsar, Day 3

A bit of a stir was caused in the tribe as the number of berries was running dry. The problem was simple: those who didn't eat would die. If enough berries were pick today to feed everyone, they would all starve the next day. Solutions were debated, argued over, and fought over, so much so that Ninsar herself had to step in. She shook the totem, bubbled the water, and uprooted the grass, which quickly shut everyone up. Ninsar made her appearance, defending from the clouds, leaving everyone awestricken. Typically, the goddess's actions were subtle, so much so it was debatable if she really did anything. This was completely different. Ninsar, or at least a physical representation of herself was descending for all to see, speaking words of wisdom to provide solace or those who badly needed it.

"At ease." Ninsar said, in a voice that was both loud and soothing. "I understand your plight and I sympathize. That is why it pains me to say that in the path ahead, not all of you will make it to see the next day. One of you will have to join me in my kingdom in heaven. While this is your unfortunate reality, do not despair. If you all work together, 6 of you may live, and continue on to see the next day, much brighter than this one. Please, head west and make it clear that that land is one to be shared with your neighbors." This was her final words before ascending back into the clouds. Soon after, the followers organized themselves and began heading south. With Ninsar's blessing, the men and women of the village charged into the tribe of Baelt.

The people of Ninsar had no weapons, but they outnumbered their foes seven to five.
The Ninstar followers had no real strategy, only bloodlust, devotion, and 2 hands for
punching. They charged forth gaining as much momentum as possible, hoping to land some flying superman punches to knock some teeth out. As they battled, they pictured Ninsar and Baelt in a fight as well, with the side winning being the tribe currently winning the battle in Mara. The followers of Ninsar fought tooth and nail, not prepared to retreat. The battle lasted nearly the whole day, as the followers of Baelt sure could take hits. Exhaustion and injury plagued both sides. No one could predict who would win. No one.

7 followers attack Baelt (purple) to capture their berry bushes (take 7 food this day)

by **Pasong Tirad** » Fri Jan 06, 2017 2:13 pm

Day Three (aha! It's a DAY, not a WEEK! Tsk, tsk, Spark. You're getting sloppy)
Lukayo

Huh?
Huh?!
Huh?!
HUH?!

"Come on, bruv. It's not that hard, is it?" I told the follower I sent to get the wanderer. "We have comedy! I'm sure she could use a good laugh right now - why the hell isn't she interested?" the follower just shrugged, showing me the list of jokes he made from a piece of leaf. "Let me see that!" And they were some really good jokes - like really good, I mean I can't even begin to imagine how good they are. Seriously. But, of course, I couldn't tell him that otherwise my authority as the Laughing God would be compromised.

"These jokes are pretty okay. Needs a bit of tweaking, but they're fine as they are, I guess. I'm sure anybody who didn't know me would really like these jokes - maybe you should work on your delivery? You know, comic timing." Hey, don't judge me. That was a fair assessment. Maybe he did have some problems with comic timing. I don't know, I wasn't there! (so much for being omnipresent, eh?) So I said: "go and practice your comic timing. Then, maybe tomorrow, you'll be able to do better when you go back to her. You better make your comic timing good and practice fast! Go and find somebody to tell your jokes to and see how they react. You're all devotees of the Laughing God Himself (yeah, me, what can I say?) and if you aren't funny - like, not even a little bit - then you're going to have a problem. Go! Skoot!" He ran off, with me chasing him in my dog form. It's really funny to do that sometimes (especially when I'm in my dog form and I have to go relieve- no, nevermind, you get it).

"ALL RIGHT MY MINIONS," I shouted as I went back to them in my human-form-with-dog-head body. They all just stared at me, totally expecting me to take it back and say I'm just kidding. My kiddies have learned!

"No, I'm not taking it back. You are my minions. Ha! Ha ha ha!" They just stared. Somebody laughed half-heartedly. "That's the spirit!"

"Anyway, I have to go away for a day or two. Divine stuff. The Spark's really concerned about my methods, so I have to go talk to Him about it because, you know, dull, self-flagellating worship and prayer is waaay too pointless for me so I have to shake things up. You all agree, right?" They did nod their heads in agreement (it felt like I was at a concert - whatever that is). "Well, anyway, I have to go convince Him that you guys are fine and I have things under control with my methods. Parents, right?"

None of them have parents, so they didn't know what I was talking about.

"Well, right. Anyway, uh, your day-to-day activities for the weekend-" they don't know what a weekend is "-are written on these bundle of leaves I've strung together. I'm giving them to... you!" I pointed at a man in the audience (yes, they are my audience because every single second of my Divine rule is a performance) "Now, I have to stress this very, very, very much - don't you lose this list. Under no circumstances will you lose this list. Do you understand that?" He nodded. "No, you don't understand. Think of it this way, if you lose this list, I will be very angry. If you lose this list, your brothers and sisters will not have any idea what to do. They will starve, they will get lost, they will drown in mud, they will get fucked around by the other Divines. Don't. You. LOSE IT. YOU WILL ALL DIE."

...

"GAH! I'm kidding. But seriously don't lose it or you'll all get killed or die maybe. Later, peace!"

1 follower thinks of better ways to convert wanderers, 2 people gather more food, 3 people work on the Drying Ground.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Fri Jan 06, 2017 3:24 pm

The Asagal, Godshome

Istvan bend, his back aching slightly in the heat of the noonday sun as he grabbed the golden stalks and hacked them free with a piece of sharp flint. Next to him his wife, Maria, also hacked at the wheat grasses. The Lord of the Earth had revealed to the Maenads that what they had taken for particularly virulent and common weeds was in fact food, if husked and cooked in crude wooden bowls over the fire-pit. Even the grains themselves had a nice nutty flavor, and Istvan chewed them as he worked. Though the berry crop was all but depleted these days, new nodding branches in the low shrubs already bore nascent fruits, and combined with this grain they would make fine meals.

As the community grew in size, Istvan worried about keeping everyone fed. But Maerios had always provided so far, as he had promised his people; the revelation of the edible nature of the grains was only one piece of the enlightenment their god had given to his people, the rest of the tribe spending their time preparing a flat region next to the communal kraal where mud bricks might be dried to erect sturdier structures. It was well for the folk of Maerios, though times were lean, and when Istvan and his wife passed neighboring villages they saw men with eyes troubled by where their next meal would come from. In their short lives the Maenads had never known food to be so scarce, but they had faith in the beneficence of their guardian.

Two Followers harvest Wheat patch three patches to the east.
One Follower harvests the remaining ripe berry bush.
Four Followers work to construct a Drying Ground [4/7].

by **Ulls** » Fri Jan 06, 2017 7:30 pm

I'llub

Day 3

7 Followers went to go raid Protogeiros village to harvest two berry bushes.

by **The Grim Reaper** » Sat Jan 07, 2017 7:01 am

Museus, Kuratos

It had been a fortnight since Museus' retinue had first settled. It had been a fortnight take a day since they had started to worry of the shadows in the dark, and the absence in their hearts. There were no auras for them to hide behind, nor nerves to the body of their church. It was exactly a fortnight until one of them stood by the cooling waters, and spoke with the voice that they remembered as their own. His head shone with the crown of light that they knew to be Museus', and they fell to their knees.

"Ten and four days you have spent as mortals, in the wilds. Not once did I hear your prayers. I have for ten and four days fuelled myself only by my self-evident life, my body ignorant of my will. I expect that my hands work without direction when my eyes are cast elsewhere, and I come back to find that they have sat still. Enough.

I am the soul of this world, but a head is needed. I speak with the body of the man Kasanovus, and his is my voice and lips. So too shall his voice be mine after I take my crown back, and your ears mine to listen with. Cross through the forests to the west, and build a totem, that we may claim the territories my hands have decided are out of their reach."

Start.
Museus: [3] Self Evident, Glorious, Beloved
4 Divinity, 2 Faith
5/10 Followers

Actions.
1 Follower harvests a nearby bush.
4 Followers begin building a totem 8 paces west (adjacent to the sapling).

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sat Jan 07, 2017 8:03 pm

Day Three Ends

Maerios

The stamping of four Followers of the Lord of the Earth and their careful shaping of the soil is well on the way to constructing a place where they may dry bricks for food. [4/7 Labor]

Growth: [7] A new follower is joined to the Maenads, swelling their numbers despite their dwindling food supplies.

I'llub

The seven Followers of I'llub storm northwards, seeking to raid the village of Protogeiros for their life-sustaining food. Five Followers of Protogeiros are arrayed against them. The men of Protogeiros are both stalwart and bloody-handed, but the people of I'llub have superior numbers. Clashing together as a wave of man against man, combat is joined. [3] [4] [2] [1] [6] [6] [9] One wound is struck against the people of Protogeiros [7 -> 9] but he stands up in short order, apparently none the worse for the experience. [5 -> 6] [2 -> 3] [1 -> 2] [3 -> 4] [1 -> 2] No wounds are received by the folk of I'llub, on the other hand, a struggling melee the only result. With no wounds dealt or received, the greater numbers of the people of I'llub scatter the denizens of the village, and in short order they carry off ten food from two berry bushes that they strip bare.
[I'llub Victory: +10 Food]

Growth: [1]

Museus

The totem is raised by the folk of Museus, nearing completion even as they work on it for a single day. [4/5 Labor]

Ninsar

Seven Followers flood south through the forests to raid the village of Baelt and take his food for their own. Five Followers of that god stand forth to do battle, both evenly matched in skill but the people of Ninsar possessing an advantage in numbers. [8] [1] [7] [5] [5] [3] [9] Two of the Followers of Baelt are stricken, knocked to the ground with foot and fist. [10] [6] One rises with revenge burning hot in his eyes despite his bruises, but the other lays still cradling what appears to be a damaged leg. [1] [5] [6] [8] [2] A Follower of Ninsar in turn is knocked down by a brute belonging to Baelt, [6] and does not rise again, needing to be carried off the field by their comrades. With superior numbers though, and equal amounts of injury, the raiders of Ninsar push through the opposition to seize supplies of food from the nearby bushes.
[Ninsar Victory: 10 Food seized, 1 Injury] [Injured Followers take two days to recover, and may not conduct any tasks save Worship or Prayer in this time]

Growth: [9] That very night a young man stands forth near the campfire of Ninsar, his eyes shrouded in emerald fire, a new soul brought from the dust in exchange for sustenance to labor at the side of the tribesmen.

Lukayo

One Follower contemplates better ways to bring a Wanderer to the cause of the Laughing God, a deep mystery. [+1 Innovation]
Three folk stomp out the Drying Ground anew, bringing it nearer to completion. [5/7 Labor]

Day Four Begins

by **Cresadine** » Sat Jan 07, 2017 10:39 pm

Iyo

The Lady of the Northern Plains had lead her children to the spot where they now dwelt. Whispering winds blew through the grasses the day she lead them there. Quietly and deftly she had jumped through waves of the great grass sea, the blades softly touching her legs like the gentle hands of a lover, trying to seduce her and pull her to the ground. Iyo ignored the longing touch of nature, she had a duty to do. Behind her marched her children, following their silent protector through the vast ocean of the grasses.

She knew it when she saw it.

Five berry bushes and a glassy spring - this is where her people would build their home. They had traveled a long time and in the middle of this plain was safe, there was water, and food. Then she looked up to the sky, and smiled. She stopped her motions and stood completely still next to the spring. She did not like to talk, but her children needed instruction, so she began her laconic sermon.

"We have wondered far, children, and now we have found it. This is where you shall make your home, where I stand, for this ground is blessed and it shall please your mother if you build here."

She then went to the berry bushes, "there is food here, plenty for you all." She made a gesture at each bush, "and now they are blessed, they shall make you strong and healthy."

She went to the waterside and knelt, she cupped her hands and drank the sweet liquid, "this water is blessed, you shall call this the Starry Pool. When you drink it will quench your thirst and make you strong. Let no one pollute the Starry Pool."

One of her followers, a curious doe-eyed woman seemed puzzled and quietly asked, "why will we call it the Starry Pool, o great one, and why is this place blessed and none of the other places we wondered to?"

Iyo smiled, "because, dearest one, here the Morning and Evening Stars shine directly above at dawn and dusk, and the water is pristine enough to reflect their effulgence on its surface. And your goddess is the Lady of the Stars - so this place is sacred." They all smiled with her as the black night began to give way to the purple dawn. "When you see the Morning and Evening Stars you shall sing and that shall please your mother's ears." She then lead them in a haunting and beautiful song, which they all seemed to innately know.

Day 4

Two followers pick berries from the nearest bushes.
Three followers pray.

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