Rites

A Sense of Distance

The first feeling is remoteness, so far now from the world of men. As a god, you are no longer permitted to remain upon the board.

ID: 5010071

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: -1

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

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Slots

Slot #1
You will become a god.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

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Slot #2
And your avatar shall become your finest tool.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

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From Above
You strain to see the mortal world, but nothing comes clear. Nothing at all. A mere flick of your eyes, and continents slide past places you've never seen, never known. Where is your family? Your friends? Your country? And... what was family, again? Her name, why is it getting harder to remember? That nest you once called home, back when you were nothing but an ant... Where is it now, somewhere down there? They all look so... alike. You try to draw closer to the world below, but an invisible wall bars your way. Gods stand above humanity, yet do not belong to it. One of the first rules the Creator laid down.

With this understanding, more laws, more knowledge dawn in your mind. Like instinct. Like annotations left by whoever wove this all into being. They guide you, gently, explaining how a god should shape themself through faith. How to perfect this world.

Ah. Faith. At last, you find those faint threads. Traces you left behind when you walked among mortals. Now, they are all you have to orient yourself in the vastness. You draw on that first trickle of power. Your form and awareness begin to stretch.

Soon, your shadow veils the heavens. You realize, with a start, you can grow without limit! When you reach out, stars scatter. Angels flee. Demons kneel. They all bow before the edge of a newborn god, afraid of the infinite possibilities coiled inside you. For one moment, you feel you could swallow the whole world. But in that same moment, you feel the last of you tearing apart. Exploding outward with the expansion. Scattering. Becoming dust.

Fear grips you. You contract, desperately, clawing your way back to what you were. You still want to be you! You still want to remember those ants — no. Those people. Your people! And then you feel them. A few threads, unlike the blind faith, the desperate prayers. Warm. Specific. Not quite faith, perhaps, but something close. Trust, if nothing else. Like a drowning man clutching driftwood, you seize them. Pour everything you have left into holding on.

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What Little You Could Keep
As your very essence ascended, the twin bound to you transformed with you. All that power. All that dominion. And the thing you tried so hard to flee, the excess divinity, it all flowed into him instead. In the end, you saved what you could. Made of him a blazing, brilliant torch. A sign of your divinity in the world below. And a fire that consumes the last proof that you were ever mortal.

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