This is the myth they tell in Vandakar – called the Godless City – that ancient and mist-shrouded place where the streets turn in upon themselves and spiral down into the earth, where wicked secrets can be bought and sold for coin and deed:
Five gods stood together at the dawn of time. Four of them were content to divide the world between them, but one stood apart. He declared himself the king of all the gods, and his name was MAN.
The gods strove against each other, and though MAN was stronger than the others, they combined their might against him and defeated him. They decided to sunder MAN into many parts and scatter him across the face of the earth so that could never again seek to set himself above his siblings. Thus were the races of men born.
Each of the gods cursed the new race in turn.
SHA, who is worshipped in the East as Miryama of the Dawn and the Lady of Spring, cursed mankind with Lust. She divided us into male and female and set out hearts and loins to long for each other. She clouded our thoughts with desire and gave us Jealousy, Gluttony, and Greed
NOR, who is worshipped in the West as Unuyanu and the Shining One, cursed mankind with Pride. He whispers to us of what we were, and what we might one day be, and so we rise above ourselves so that our hopes are always dashed, and we destroy what we love most.
Last, and most terrible, was KAI, who is worshipped in the South as the Pale Lady, the Queen of Ravens, and the Nameless One. She cursed mankind with death, striking us down before we could come into the fullness of our power and challenge the dominion of the gods.
The discerning know that the gods hate mankind for the arrogance of MAN. They hate us, and so they have crafted the world to destroy us. They fear us, for each of us could one day rise to the power that was once MAN's.
Some chose to worship the gods, hoping that by prayer and sacrifice they can prove their submission. They want to convince the gods that we have learned our lesson, and thus earn MAN’s restoration. Others dedicate themselves to one god, hoping to cast off their birthright as part of MAN and pass totally into that god’s power, becoming a part of that god after death.
That is the myth they tell in Vandakar, the City of the Dead.
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And now, back to NaNo.
5 comments:
and this is why we celebrate Christmas.
Excellent idea and execution. I would be interested in hear more of Vandakar.
@ Kindli
More or less, yeah.
@ Seaofstarsrpg
Thanks! I'll definitely let you know more about Vandakar and its environs as this seed continues to germinate in the fertile ground of things I think about when I should be thinking about NaNoWriMo.
But seriously, actually Vandakar is part of the setting that is an effort to reboot a story I've had kicking around for a long time, so you're sure to hear more about it soon.
Can I say that I actually just really love the idea of a world (not quite Vandakar) where worship and D&D-style "priests" are all in OPPOSITION to the gods instead of in praise of them? Where there are churches and rites, but the followers cultivate the opposite traits of the gods, holding them up as sort of the ultimate poor examples.
That rings all sorts of interesting bells in my head...
@ Scattercat
For whatever it's worth, I think the Menders and Ascetics would resemble that idea. Both espouse ideals we think of as "priestly" - peace and humility, respectively - but do so while rejecting the gods.
Regardless, I'm always happy to ring your bell!
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