WAX: for some time, Taverne had peace.
WAX: we were proud of our region, and its many people. the cultures it had to offer, the diverse landscapes…
WAX: Spit’s cult was worrying, and actions were being taken to curb their activity.
WAX: but no one was expecting how deep her cruelty ran.
WAX: the idea of a greater god devouring a high god, and a greater god, in such a short time span, was unthinkable.
WAX: she had fooled us- we thought she was a sadistic nuisance, and easily controlled.
WAX: but she was not.
WAX: she was the greatest threat we had ever known, and we created her.
WAX: her motives are still unclear, unknown. we did everything we could to teach her, wane especially. Wane believed that all life was precious…something that Rein still preaches to this day.
WAX: we lost two wonderful gods, beloved to the entire pantheon.
WAX: Wane was my partner. I loved them so dearly, more than anyone can ever know.
WAX: we were together since the very beginning of Morbitian time, and made all of our greatest successes….and our greatest failings, together.
WAX: and they were taken from me. they were taken from the world they loved so much.
WAX: I realized that the greatest threat to life itself was us.
WAX: we create, and we destroy.
WAX: we have so much power, but no one told us what it would be like, what we should do.
WAX: but we could learn from our mistakes.
WAX: I created this plane- one separate from the physical one we exist in. a plane where anyone could create a world, and people to inhabit it.
WAX: a plane where even the lesser gods, limited in their abilities, could see what it was like to create life.
WAX: I created the tiny cat people- infinite in possibilities, unlimited potential.
WAX: they have innate curiosity, and the ability to love. the ability to experience life and all that comes with it.
WAX: I allowed gods to come into this plane and create these creatures, on a few conditions.
WAX: one; they would have to coexist in the same world, and handle their own territories.
WAX: two; their TCPs have free will, and could not be directly controlled.
WAX: three; their TCPs would be able to reject their gods, and choose their own destinies.
WAX: four; the “game” can only end when a resolution between gods is met.
WAX: either all of the gods ally, and live in peace.
WAX: or they enter war.