For millennia the deities of various civilizations have stayed out of meddling in the affairs of mortals. It wasn't that they suddenly realized what they were doing is wrong, they just grew tired of the shenanigans.
The longer they stayed dormant, the less mortals continued to worship and believe in them. This opened a gateway for thieves to take their sacred relics, artifacts, and the like. When their treasures were taken, the gods still did nothing. Why worry? As long as they knew where the things were, everything was fine.
Ding dong they were wrong! Apparently objects touched by gods tend to act a little wack after thousands of years without some celestial interaction, which means trouble for whatever private collector or museum they're residing in. Now, the gods can't just mosey on down and give these things a gentle tap to get them in line, because when are things ever that easy? No, they gotta find human vessels if they want to do that.
So they chose little representatives for themselves. Most looked for ancestors of their most loyal worshippers back in the day, others just picked up some weirdo off the street and said "this one".
And then there was Jimena...but we'll talk about that little disaster later.
And that brings us to where we are now! The Society of the Gods was officially established one month ago, with the Mayans and Norse as the original founders. The other cultures might take a little persuasion, but we'll get them there.
According to the rules, stories need a beginning, middle, and end. So we'll start at the beginning with the Mayans.
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Society Of The Gods - Book One
AdventureWhen you throw a group of strangers together and tell them they must be heroes, sometimes they accomplish extraordinary things. Other times you just get a bunch of assholes. I'm still trying to figure out which one this group is.
