VOIDSY: Where did the ruins come from? We didn't create those.
MILLER: It looks like returning players get ruins and a statue when they come in…us newbies don't get anything.
MILLER: Both Eastwood and myself joined with nothing in our base areas.
MILLER: I've actually been doing some research on this world you've gone and made, with a little help from Rein!
MILLER: It's played a lot of games before too…it only likes to give hints, but I've pieced together a general understanding.
MILLER: First player in defines the world…you gave it gravity, a sky, fields, mountains, and forests!
MILLER: Us other players can only change our base areas a little bit, like how I gave myself an ocean, islands and some beaches.
MILLER: Eastwood said he was placed into the mountain caves, so I'm not sure what he's up to.
MILLER: Seaspray saw a little bit of the territory to the northwest of mine, and said it looks like some kind of badlands…My best guess is it's where Spit's at.
MILLER: Even if she isn't online right now, she might be peeking in occasionally to work on her land. We should stay ever vigilant!
VOIDSY: How is Spit contained? What is Rein able to do to her that we can't?
She takes a deep breath.
MILLER: Long ago, when Wax and Wane created Taverne- the continent on which we live, they made the greater gods in partners.
MILLER: Everybody had their opposite god- some more opposing than others! The hopes was that the contrast would help them to work together and create a natural balance.
She whispers for a moment.
MILLER: (If I'm honest, I don't understand the reasoning behind a few of these, but I digress!)
MILLER: Wretch, the god of chaos and space, and Grind, the god of order and time.
MILLER: Alloy, the god of youth and academics, and Velvet, the god of history and play.
MILLER: Even our two high gods were paired! Wax, the god of fear and imagination, and Wane, the god of bravado and truth.
MILLER: But the ones with the most opposition were that of Spit and Rein.
MILLER: Rein, the god of patience and control…
MILLER: And Spit, the god of violence and vices.
MILLER: It has been Rein's duty for eternity to keep Spit in control, and only it knows how to keep the beast in check.
MILLER: How it does it is a secret even to me!! If any of us knew how it controlled Spit, someone could potentially break that…
MILLER: We'd all be dead as we stand.
She goes silent, the heaviness of her statement weighing high above both of you.