Gods have always been fickle things, agreeing on little yet having so much in common. For example, while all gods seemed to play by a different set of rules, they all enjoyed a good game.

"We all know the rules, gentlebeings," intoned the Timewalker, which was a technically true statement. His pyramid-like silver mask glinted in the light. The Timewalker was, without a doubt, the head honcho. Most gods would make you wish you'd never been born. The Timewalker could literally make it so that you'd never been born. In what could be considered the 'early' days of the pantheon, each god had a time they had hatched a plan to overthrow the Timewalker, only for it to fail last minute, or, in some instances, only for the Timewalker to take them aside before they even put the plan into motion and then carefully describe to them how their plan would go, how it would fail, and what the Timewalker would do to them afterward. It was a generally agreed theory that Timewalker simply rewinded time whenever things didn't appeal to him.

"Indeed," rumbled Crocodile. His crocodilian head was at odds with his human body, barechested and wearing only a kilt-like cloth. In his hands he had a hand of seven cards, carefully concealed from the sight of his fellow gods. Crocodile was a patient god, yet also an aggressive one. His playstyle did not earn him excessive victories, yet he was almost never the first one out.

To his right stood Tezkatlin, god of what some called power giving substances and others simply called drugs. His golden mask grinned as he fiddled with a twenty-sided die. "I'm feelin' lucky today, Walker." Tezkatlin rarely won at the game of gods. He simply wasn't as goal-oriented as the others.

The goddess across the table from Tezkatlin scoffed. "I favor none at this table," Lady Luck said. In her hands were two six-sided dice. She, contrary to Tezkatlin, had won her fair share of games, mostly due to, well, luck.

Qinn Gan, god of sound and music, was ironically silent. In front of him were four cards, face up. Two bore the image of intertwined serpents, the third card a fountain, and the last one four dots in a rectangle. He regarded them smugly, as if he had already begun the path to victory. He was a fairly middling god with a surprisingly strategic mind, but tended to always be close, yet not quite the winner.

There were other gods at the table too who either held their tongues or chatted with the god closest to them, such as Ten Thousand Hands, Carosi Many-Souls, Kexe Ki, and Gorrick. All were players at this table with the exception of the Timewalker, who could best be described as the game master. Timewalker let a lot slide, but if anything seemed too out of bounds, he would put a stop to it.

"Gentlebeings," the Timewalker announced. "The game will begin shortly." On the table, a small grid seemed to burn itself onto the surface. Small images of cities, towns, natural wonders, and oceans began to inscribe themselves onto the grid. The gods collectively grew silent, eyeing the map. Timewalker began with some simple information of the playing field; a primarily human-populated world who had only recently made discoveries like gunpowder, though magic was also used. Then he moved onto the game itself.

"You will choose your champions, each of you, only one. Whoever I deem the most worthy at the end wins. Points may be earned via actions, such as legendary feats, acts of daring, and sacrifices, both physical and mental. I will not reveal your points to you until the end. You may not manifest physically into this realm; you teacg, lead, and influence in every way except for physical." The gods nodded in acknowledgement. The game was always vaguely set, to allow more freedom for the gods to act.

"Are there any questions?" No questions were raised. They had picked up from playing this game for millenia; they only rarely felt the need to ask for clarification.

"Then... begin."



The Game of Gods is afoot, and the Champions have been set into motion. Each god has begun to influence their champions, whether it be by directly contacting them, twisting their thoughts, or changing the minds of those around them. The Champions, whether they want to or not, are on their paths towards greatness, or death, or infamy, or similar. In this game, you will play the part of the Champion and occasionally your god, though this will be a less prevalent side of the story. I named a few gods in the prologue, but if you'd rather have a different patron (which most of you probably will), then feel free to create your own (though I will screen them before they become official). You can also aid me by helping create background, locations, people, factions, and other things for the setting.

 Currently I am simply checking interest. If it garners enough support I'll make an OOC page where I'll put a character sheet and any established lore. So anyone feel up for a game at the table of the gods?