The gods again.

You remember the salt-streaked idols beneath the unfinished temple. But those were the heavenly gods, whose wisdom helped the world survive its near-destruction at the treacherous hands of Acamon. The powers that swirl around you as you tumble through a nexus of darkness assail your thoughts, tear at your flesh. The dark gods have come for you, as they came for the trolls. They are pulling you apart.

You force yourself to imagine the forgotten idols beneath the earth, and they seem to appear around you in the void. Their light rushes into the darkness like hounds charging fearlessly among wolves, scattering the black winds. Coils of light and darkness wrap around one another–serpents locked in death grips. But two fight past the hurricane of darkness and reach out to you.

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They dig into your flesh and soul, as painful as the dark gods. It is a pure, clean pain, but you realize that you must choose, lest heaven's demands rip you apart.

Something has gone disastrously wrong above and beneath the earth, if the bright gods have taken an interest in you. They need a disciple, you realize–someone to wield their signs. And only one of them can have you.

Your mother's god, and the patron of the Pine tribe, Yune, is the god of creation and crafts. He offers you the sign of creation: to call forth objects from nothingness. Your father's goddess, and the patron of all the Northern Forest, Phy, is the goddess of life and healing. She offers you the sign of life: healing, strength of limb, command over all things that grow.