Post by Merkuri on Jun 17, 2004 15:56:04 GMT -5
This is the first thread about the Godlings campaign. Comments and suggestions on anything written here are welcome. You can even pick on my grammar and spelling if you want to.
In the beginning, when the first human looked up into the sky and saw the stars, he knew the gods existed. There was no "belief," no "suspicion," no "faith." Just knowing.
As the human race grew and matured, the gods began to draw away. The humans lost the "knowing," and religion took its place. Across the ancient Earth, hundreds of religions sprang up. Some were disproved immediately. Others were simply abandoned. And some lasted for millenia. And the gods pulled ever farther away, for reasons we will never know.
Eventually, humans took to the skies. Using the great tunnels in reality, known as "wormholes," they colonized every known planet in the galaxy, and some say even beyond. For eons they expanded and warred and made peace again. They lived and died and were born again, and the gods were forgotten.
And then they came again. The gods returned in a sudden burst of divine energy. They commanded humanity to revere them again, to worship them as they had once before.
But humanity had changed since that first man walked beneath the stars. They had visited those stars. They knew the secrets of the universe. And they would not submit to the gods that had been gone for so long.
The war that followed was greater than anything that had come before and anything that would come after. God and man fell against each other, and the battle tore the universe apart. When the dust had settled, the gods were dead, and the galaxy would never be the same.
The wormholes were tainted and had become dark and dangerous pathways. The technology for deep space travel had been lost. Planets had moved, some catapaulted into the cold regions between the stars and died, others found new stars and began to rebuild. The magnificent human empire was destroyed, their greatest achievements were lost. But they were free.
The power of the gods was not lost with their destruction, however. The force that created the universe could not be destroyed, only displaced. As the aftershocks of the cateclysm receeded, the power began to settle again. A child was born stronger than her siblings, faster and smarter than she should be. As she grew, she began to develop powers that no human was meant to wield. And she was not alone. As time went on, more and more extraordinary children were coming into the world. They were feared and hunted, for mankind knew what they were.
The gods were being born again.
In the beginning, when the first human looked up into the sky and saw the stars, he knew the gods existed. There was no "belief," no "suspicion," no "faith." Just knowing.
As the human race grew and matured, the gods began to draw away. The humans lost the "knowing," and religion took its place. Across the ancient Earth, hundreds of religions sprang up. Some were disproved immediately. Others were simply abandoned. And some lasted for millenia. And the gods pulled ever farther away, for reasons we will never know.
Eventually, humans took to the skies. Using the great tunnels in reality, known as "wormholes," they colonized every known planet in the galaxy, and some say even beyond. For eons they expanded and warred and made peace again. They lived and died and were born again, and the gods were forgotten.
And then they came again. The gods returned in a sudden burst of divine energy. They commanded humanity to revere them again, to worship them as they had once before.
But humanity had changed since that first man walked beneath the stars. They had visited those stars. They knew the secrets of the universe. And they would not submit to the gods that had been gone for so long.
The war that followed was greater than anything that had come before and anything that would come after. God and man fell against each other, and the battle tore the universe apart. When the dust had settled, the gods were dead, and the galaxy would never be the same.
The wormholes were tainted and had become dark and dangerous pathways. The technology for deep space travel had been lost. Planets had moved, some catapaulted into the cold regions between the stars and died, others found new stars and began to rebuild. The magnificent human empire was destroyed, their greatest achievements were lost. But they were free.
The power of the gods was not lost with their destruction, however. The force that created the universe could not be destroyed, only displaced. As the aftershocks of the cateclysm receeded, the power began to settle again. A child was born stronger than her siblings, faster and smarter than she should be. As she grew, she began to develop powers that no human was meant to wield. And she was not alone. As time went on, more and more extraordinary children were coming into the world. They were feared and hunted, for mankind knew what they were.
The gods were being born again.