Opening your eyes, you are greeted with near darkness, the only light coming from a dirty, flickering light above you. You can hear the muffled sound of thunder and rain, while your nose is overwhelmed by the scent of burning incense. More subtly, you notice a faint rotting smell. Gathering yourself, you try to move forward but find yourself trapped by unseen forces. Looking down, you see a large pentagram drawn out with chalk around your feet, ancient symbols keeping you from moving, speaking, or doing much of anything. You are about to try and struggle when you hear a voice in the darkness.
“Calm yourself godling. Those are only precautionary measures.”
An aging man with grey eyes, dressed in long grey robes, steps forward. He appears in good health, considering his apparent age. The long white beard and wrinkled skin contradict the strong, straight bearing with which he carries himself.
“We truly are excited that you’re here. But please, feel free to take a moment to gather yourself and find a form that pleases you.”
Looking over yourself, you find that you must agree. This form is inadequate and, honestly, embarrassing. You are a god. What form would be appropriate for one such as yourself?
“Calm yourself godling. Those are only precautionary measures.”
An aging man with grey eyes, dressed in long grey robes, steps forward. He appears in good health, considering his apparent age. The long white beard and wrinkled skin contradict the strong, straight bearing with which he carries himself.
“We truly are excited that you’re here. But please, feel free to take a moment to gather yourself and find a form that pleases you.”
Looking over yourself, you find that you must agree. This form is inadequate and, honestly, embarrassing. You are a god. What form would be appropriate for one such as yourself?
