ObiWanKenobles' Clan

He/Him. Trans. 25. Married.

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Exalting lair. If you see a dragon named Gift, that dragon is fodder.

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Here's the lore around these parts:

There's a world, and there's a war that ends that world, a war that tears the gods out of the sky and splits apart the earth like teeth through an overripe apple, but that isn't the important part.

In the aftermath, in the quiet, the world cleaves back together. The ground remembers how to be solid. Life creeps its way back in, as life so often does. Plants sink roots deep, and whisper messages to each other like children in the dark of night. Small things learn again how to be birds, and butterflies, and mice. Crickets sing. The world spins through space on its battered orbit, and, sure, it's a shattered, rebuilt world, but it's better than nothing.

But the world can only heal itself so far--and for everything else, it needs its gods. The old gods are ash, or trapped, or forgotten: useless. So, like everything else about this world, the gods will need to be built anew.

So if you are a young world building new gods, here is your recipe: Take something living for the base--and why should they need to agree to it?--and add belief. Add power. Make them as stable as you can--this is a first draft, no one expects perfection--and then breathe them out, blinking and unsteady and changed, onto this new earth that is theirs. Try to explain to them why you've made them. Try to tell them what they are. Fail. And, in your exhaustion, sleep.

What you'll find here is a pantheon of young gods, fallible and perfect. Don't judge them too harshly. They're trying their best.