Is this the long lost journal series of the mycelian era?
One of my main character flaws, that I hadn’t noticed until recently, is my penchant for finding a deeper meaning in everything.
Sometimes a field of perfectly untouched snow, sparkling in the remnants of the sunrise and emanating an energy of total peace, is simply just the day’s weather.
Sometimes an empty city, with its architecture and aging infrastructure shying away from the piercing January winds and it’s inhabitants mysteriously displaced, is simply just 2pm on a Tuesday.
I am starting down the dangerous path of world building.
Just a few days ago I completed my first session as a Dungeon Master, wholly unprepared but motivated nonetheless. I’d been waiting for this opportunity for nearly five years.
The party I’m tasked with leading through the Forgotten Realms is an excellent one. All women, their problem solving skills are sharp and utterly terrifying.
Since the conclusion of our first session I have spent almost every waking moment formulating our next campaign. There are too many ideas, and I’m trying to find one that speaks the loudest.
What I must remember is to find that perfect balance of danger and fun, and respect the adventurer’s privilege to do whatever they desire in an ever-unfolding world.
Unfortunately, the concept of “worship” is deeply ingrained into the human condition.
Since the dawn of time we’ve leaned on this worship to calm our minds and explain the unexplainable, and the obsession has led to catastrophe.
The good news? We can worship whatever the hell we want.
We can worship the trees or the ocean. We can worship the hog nose snake (tempting) or the mighty and powerful hippopotamus. We can worship each other and our communities.
I’ve decided to go vintage, and worship something I consider to be a tried-and-true classic: the Sun.
Here are my rules for worship:
- Go outside at least once a day, every day.
- Never take the Sun’s presence for granted.
- Enjoy the presence of the Sun by playing outside on sunny days.
I realize these rules lead to a difficult life of flamboyant piety on par with the strictest religions ever recorded, but I am willing to make whatever sacrifices are necessary to pay due respect for that big shiny orb in the sky.
Thinking of joining? Great! All people, animals, plants, and rocks are welcome to take part.
Praise the Sun!
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