>>5271158>>5271186>6…But no guidance comes. Just as in your childhood—as every day until a few hours ago—the gods are silent. You are alone, with no company but your own echoes and your own emotions. You exhale a held breath, and loo up at the shrines, one by one, taking in the dispassionate faces and staring eyes of the dozen-or-so Dark Gods whose <DIVINE FAVOUR> your mother alleged earned and passed on. You feel no different… You have no idea what this <FAVOUR> could even mean. You certainly don’t feel more ‘favoured’. You head is still pounding from your dream. What do they want from you? What are you meant to do, to BE?
Perhaps you need to be more specific. You seek explanations, in terms you can understand… SI there not a God for that? And in your vision… You sensed another presence, with your mother. You know it, though you feared to acknowledge it: Death. Your eyes settle upon a bloodstained stone altar at the cavern's centre; if you don't wish to risk your own life, you will need to offer up another, when reaching out to such an entity unbidden.
Or maybe, just maybe, the Gods will not help those who cannot help themselves. Worse, maybe they will offer the likes of YOU no help at all—they certainly never did in your childhood.
What do you do?
>Call out to the God of Reason and Logic, Master of the Insightful Eye>Find a sacrifice and attempt to contact Death>Leave this place, to go prove yourself the worthy beneficiary of this so-called ‘Divine Favour’>Smash the altar in a fit of rage—you need no distant deities, for you are to be Dragon! They will see, if they have eyes to do so!>Write-in 