Nightwing95
Lildear18
The Large Dumbo
Fetzen
Half Pint
Eviledd1984
Master Crim
anotheredVatarr
It was a matter of days before Vatarr was roused from their meditations.
There had simply been no reason to stir or move. The world around him was working as it was meant to, with countless creatures being born, living their lives, dying and their remains being used to fuel or create some new form of life even in this sort amount of time. Insects might only be around for a short time in the scheme of things, but they lived to the fullest none the less. While he knew for a fact it was only a small part of a grander stage, for many of the creatures living within the fungal forest and marshlands he had created this was the world and nothing existed outside of it.
...In fairness to this line of thinking, the only direction where life could actually exist so far was to the north... and only a somewhat narrow path that connected the region to its north-most neighbor. Everywhere else lead to a shift, painful death. Vatarr was likely going to have to fix that at some point if one of their peers didn't move into one of those regions first.
But what had caused an early end to Vatarr's meditations was a disturbance to the natural rhythm of the region he had created that had started around the northern most point. It wasn't a disruption so much as... two different but similar songs had come into contact with each other and they hadn't figured out how to harmonize with each other yet. Having a fairly decent idea about what was happening, Vatarr calmly rose to his feet and walked to confirm if he was correct or not.
It didn't take all that long to come across the humans and their camp. They had found a location that was higher up and shielded by one of the large mushrooms that dominated the skyline, blocking the occasional rain from falling directly onto their camp, instead having streams of water falling down from above on the edges of their camp away from where they would sleep.
Most of them had not been sleeping when Vatarr arrived, but the appearance of the deity was cause for those few who had been asleep to be awoken in a hurry as a rather... tense atmosphere started to descend. Mortal eyes gazed upon the larger, horned entity with a mixture of uncertainty, respect and even fear as there was a drawn out silence.
It was Vatarr that broke it, their deer skull face remaining passive but their voice suggesting a wide, warm smile as he greeted "Welcome to..." There was a slight pause as the deity stopped to consider something. "... huh, I haven't given this region a name yet." After a moment they shrugged to themselves as he continued in their jolly tone "Anyway, welcome all the same! How are you finding the place?"
There was a moment of stunned awkwardness among the mortals as they glanced quickly at one another in silence, none of them having the slightest idea of how to talk to a entity like Vatarr and what terrible things might come about if they did something wrong. However, in the end it was a young boy that slipped away from his distracted mother and looked right up at the larger entity... and Vatarr gazed down in return. "...It's a lot more colorful then the last place. And there isn't a giant, scary monster glaring at us in the distance. I like your mask... what's your name?"
Vatarr couldn't help but chuckle as he heard the self strangled cry of a woman who wanted to rush forward and drag her child away from someone they really shouldn't have gone up and talked to, but at the same time didn't want to risk offending said person in the event they turned violent. "I'm Vatarr. And thank you little one." Thinking for a moment, the deity knelt down in order to give the appearance of trying to whisper to the small child, even if it was more of a stage whisper. "...To tell you the truth, I was worried that people wouldn't like it."
"Why wouldn't they? It looks awesome!" The small boy cried out in that manner that all small children who hadn't developed a social filter tended to do when they got excited. If nothing else, the whole situation did help break the ice as some of the adults who were more inclined towards leadership stepped forward to talk (alongside the child's mother, who saw an opening to step in and retrieve her little one among quick apologies before withdrawing).
"So... What exactly is your deal? Because we came this way because the deities heading north wanted us to have faith in them but... you said we didn't need to worship you." The self appointed leader asked, taking their turn to meet the gaze of the skull headed entity.
Vatarr tilted their head slightly at the question. "You're correct. You don't need to worship me or have faith in me to be here. The fact that you are here and that there is a here for life to exist is enough. As for what I am about..." Reaching up to dryly scratch his chin, the deity pondered a moment before snapping his fingers as an answer came to him. "I could tell you. It might take a while because to understand it in full would require understanding a number of things prior... but as a welcome gift for coming to make a life here, I'm going to give you a gift that will not only answer that question, but also teach you a few other useful things in the process if you want."
The mortals glanced at each other for a moment... before their leader slowly nodded his head. "Alright..."
Before the gift could be presented to the humans, it had first needed to be made and the tools and methods required to do so had to be produced first. Thankfully, this was part of the teachings that Vatarr had in mind. First had been the pottery kiln in order to... well, produce pottery from clay by heating it up with fire. The second step had been introducing them to a use for some of their new pots alongside the addition of a gem ore that was common in the ground that could be melted down in the kiln to create a hot, coppery colored substance... and that substance could be, with care, harden and be used for a variety of things.
One of those things was the creation of a metal, copper tablet. Two dozen or so in fact. Upon each of these tablets about the size of a full grown human man, Vatarr wrote a variety of different subjects and insights... but the mortals were only able to read the first one with any sense of understanding.
"I've designed each tablet so that once you truly understand the first one and its insights, the second one will start to make perfect sense. Each tablet is a step that not only unlocks important information that you'll be able to make use of going forward in their own individual rights, but will also allow you to understand the next one." Vatarr explained when he was done before giving a small, knowing chuckle. "I'm honestly looking forward to seeing what you end up doing with this knowledge once you start working it out. But until then, if you wish to speak with me I'll be at the heart of this realm. I promise it isn't hard to find."
