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The sun shone down upon the Plane of Conviction. The damn sun always shone down upon the Plane. There had once been lizards, who would spread themselves flat against the sandstone and absorb the heat. Ahk-Shah hadn’t seen any lizards for… how long? Without a proper day-night cycle, timekeeping was a nightmare. At least a year, the young God figured, but probably a lot longer than that. To be honest, she was surprised that they hadn’t gone extinct sooner. After all, what could they have even been eating? Sand and rocks didn’t seem like they’d make a very nutritious diet. She finished the final bit of her sponge cake and licked her fingers.
Regardless of their dietary preferences Ahk-Shah missed them. They had provided entertainment in the face of eternity, but now they were gone and she was left bored to death. Not that she could die, not in the sense most people meant anyways. But she could get so bored that she could wish for death, now that was feasible and a common occurrence. How long had she presided over the Plane of Conviction? She couldn’t really remember anything besides it, but she did remember when it wasn’t all sand and rocks and heat. Oases dotted the landscape once upon the time and her world was filled with the chittering of cute little critters. Sure, the sun was still there, but it was warm and comforting not like its current blistering incarnation.
“Oh Divine Ahk-Shah, Heavenly Adjudicator of Trials and Tribulations, this humble child of devotion beseeches thee!”
Oh, yeah, the lizards were gone but the people weren’t. They were kind of neat, she figured. Smart, industrious, little creatures barely as large as her fingertip. She ran into the lizard problem with them as well - just what in the world were they eating? Idly she scratched at her neck, pondering the intricacies of a foodless society. It was during this idle pondering that she realized her sycophant was still standing there expectantly.
“Sup little dude?” She asked, adjusting her position on the divan to something a little more professional.
Her worshiper bowed, his robes flowing out from the abrupt maneuver, “Forgive me for the intrusion Divine Ahk-Shah, Empyrean of Struggle and Strife-”
She interrupted, “Nah, it’s good, just thinkin’ about the lizards. Whatcha got going on?”
“A traveler has reached the palace, Divine Ahk-Shah…”
His diminutive voice faded into the background as he realized what he had said. A visitor!? When was the last time they had a visitor? A week ago? Probably longer than a week, maybe closer to a few years or centuries or something like that. More importantly why were they here? What was in their soul that let them go to such impossible lengths to reach her? Oh, the possibilities were as titillating as they were boundless.
“Ohhh, this is exciting news…” She blanked, drawing for the worshiper’s name.
“This one’s name is Erskil, Divine Ahk-Shah, Judge--”
She interrupted again, one had to do that or he’d keep spouting off honorifics, “Well, go and get them!”
As he scurried to leave, Ahk-Shah brushed dust from her dress. She grabbed her shawl, which had fallen beneath the divan, and after a shake, wrapped it over her shoulders. While her presentability had nothing to do with her capabilities, she still wanted to appear at least somewhat divine to the newcomer. What kind of deity would have dirt and cake crumbs on their dress? Not her - she just wiped her dress off. Wait… maybe that’s what the people ate: her cake crumbs?
Regardless of their dietary preferences Ahk-Shah missed them. They had provided entertainment in the face of eternity, but now they were gone and she was left bored to death. Not that she could die, not in the sense most people meant anyways. But she could get so bored that she could wish for death, now that was feasible and a common occurrence. How long had she presided over the Plane of Conviction? She couldn’t really remember anything besides it, but she did remember when it wasn’t all sand and rocks and heat. Oases dotted the landscape once upon the time and her world was filled with the chittering of cute little critters. Sure, the sun was still there, but it was warm and comforting not like its current blistering incarnation.
“Oh Divine Ahk-Shah, Heavenly Adjudicator of Trials and Tribulations, this humble child of devotion beseeches thee!”
Oh, yeah, the lizards were gone but the people weren’t. They were kind of neat, she figured. Smart, industrious, little creatures barely as large as her fingertip. She ran into the lizard problem with them as well - just what in the world were they eating? Idly she scratched at her neck, pondering the intricacies of a foodless society. It was during this idle pondering that she realized her sycophant was still standing there expectantly.
“Sup little dude?” She asked, adjusting her position on the divan to something a little more professional.
Her worshiper bowed, his robes flowing out from the abrupt maneuver, “Forgive me for the intrusion Divine Ahk-Shah, Empyrean of Struggle and Strife-”
She interrupted, “Nah, it’s good, just thinkin’ about the lizards. Whatcha got going on?”
“A traveler has reached the palace, Divine Ahk-Shah…”
His diminutive voice faded into the background as he realized what he had said. A visitor!? When was the last time they had a visitor? A week ago? Probably longer than a week, maybe closer to a few years or centuries or something like that. More importantly why were they here? What was in their soul that let them go to such impossible lengths to reach her? Oh, the possibilities were as titillating as they were boundless.
“Ohhh, this is exciting news…” She blanked, drawing for the worshiper’s name.
“This one’s name is Erskil, Divine Ahk-Shah, Judge--”
She interrupted again, one had to do that or he’d keep spouting off honorifics, “Well, go and get them!”
As he scurried to leave, Ahk-Shah brushed dust from her dress. She grabbed her shawl, which had fallen beneath the divan, and after a shake, wrapped it over her shoulders. While her presentability had nothing to do with her capabilities, she still wanted to appear at least somewhat divine to the newcomer. What kind of deity would have dirt and cake crumbs on their dress? Not her - she just wiped her dress off. Wait… maybe that’s what the people ate: her cake crumbs?