My name is Erebus. My consciousness began in the human calendar year 35 of the Promethian era. This era was created when the previous monarchs of Estelia lost their thrones in a revolt to a man named Prometheus. All the plants I see in the distance are a chartreuse color, with buddings of various flowers, spring time. That is in the distance, in my location there is nothing but dead grass and a structure made from a dark material, black as the night. The structure is a temple made of basalt from a volcano that is a little past the horizon.
Inside this temple there is an obsidian altar on a raised platform. Along the wall behind the altar, torches light the space with a true blue color of burning sulfur. This alter is where I first came to be self-aware. In front of the altar is a rug made from animal hide that covers the steps that lead to the altar. The only wall is behind the altar, so you can see outside for quite a distance.
The people dressed in black in front of me seem not to see me, or not care that I am here at all. Most had their heads bowed; but a few had their eyes lifted toward the ceiling. They appear to be praying. Instinctively I knew they were praying to me, I could hear each and everyone’s mutters as clear as day. Some prayed for good health, others for safe travel, but most just prayed for a good harvest this year. All the prayers were aimed at a name, just one, Erebus. Thus goes my first day in this world.
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I have watched my followers for quite some time and gradually became curious about them. I have not appeared before them nor will I, most likely. However I was curious, so at the end of their worship, that last at approximately one hour, I followed them to them. After an hour of travelling a village came into sight, another hour and we arrived. Flying at altitude far above the village, I get a better few.
In this village there are around two hundred houses, four or five bigger buildings toward the center and six or seven decent sized farms on the outskirts. A really small village, however the atmosphere is nice, it can be felt up here as I watch the children run around and the mothers watching from afar. Truly peaceful comes to mind when viewing this village. Satisfied with the view, I descend to conduct my favorite activity; eavesdropping!
At this time, the sun was already setting over the horizon, as it does, I see quite a few burly men make their way to bigger building. Upon entering it, the air seems to be cheerful and bubbly. Few men who were seated at the bar set up in the back, were acting as fools, some were plum passed out. Hmm, it appears, the humans have dubbed this establishment a tavern. Interesting.
I pass by a table, but I stop in my tracks and do a double take, the table I was about to pass had two slender men and a woman in various green and brown apparel. The apparel is not what caught my attention, it was the ears. The ears were really long and pointy, interesting. I want to hang near these guys.
“I like this village. There is no discrimination of elves and beast-men here, it is truly peaceful. It has been a long time since not being persecuted from each town.” This came from a tall elf, joyous was he. He had rose red hair and eyes that were bright green. Wait did he say beast-men… where? As I look around I see men women in various locations with the ears and tails of beasts. I see.
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The elf women next to him with bark brown hair and green eyes of the same color looked at him with a pitying gaze and spoke, “If I had known you left the elf village, I would have you invited you to this peaceful village of Little Leaf.” So the village was called Little Leaf. Well suited, I’d say. The shorter elf with blonde hair and sky blue eyes spoke up.
“But what of that cult? The one that they have in this town? What was it called, followers of Erneus?”
“Erebus! If you want to live here do not make little of their god!” The women said in a hurried whisper. She looked frantic; it was funny seeing it on her face. Hmm, well it has been getting interesting listening about me indirectly.
Blonde seemed to hush up quickly. I guess seeing Ms. Brunette act frightened was something to worry about. Hmmm, is that a bad thing? Are my followers frantic?
Well, now that the atmosphere had darkened, I think it’s time to go visit the table that has that rabbit-eared girl. Now where did she go…? Ah! I found my target right across the room talking to a few humans. Upon further inspection I see that she has light brown hair, similar to the dusty look of a domesticated rabbit. She had a small cute nose that went perfect with those ears. Ah truly adorable!
I decide to conduct the usual inspection and information gathering technique, eavesdrop. I listen in on the conversation, seems they are complaining about the crop production.
“Hmph. The carrots are doing horrible. I want my carrots by the bushel not by the handful!” Ms. Bunny was saying with a pouty face.
“Now, now. What about the rest of the crop such as potatoes, corn and cabbages? They are also doing poor, are you not going to comment on these poor crops?” Villager A piped up. In reply Ms. Bunny just did an ‘hmph’ and stuck up her nose.
“Come now, don’t be like that. The rest of us like more than just carrots. Like wheat! Wheat makes this delicious alcohol hear!” Villager B then took a sip from his mug and let out a ‘pah.’
They continued with the lively attitude for the rest of night. At the very end of the night the Bartender had to kick everyone, drunken stupor and all, out to the curb. As the Bartender looked his doors, everyone had dispersed in drunken manor to their homes, some just staggered to continue the night with company of their friends.
Hmm. reviewing the information I had gathered in the Tavern. It looks like there is discrimination across the land Estelia, with this little village as one of the exceptions. This village was named Little Leaf. Finally the farms, despite everything else flourishing, were not doing well. Well I guess as a local deity I guess I have an obligation to help them.