Firstly, these gods are not part of the same pantheon and are not the only god's that exist, rather they are deities of individual ancient religions that have become aware of each other over the millennia. Each is very different in nature to the others, the term "god" here being a very loose term to describe immortal beings of great power and who are often worshipped by mortals. They can be quite co-operative at times and have even become friendly with each other over the course of they're interactions.
In this post I will describe the first of these gods, the Dark Other.
The Dark Other is a dark and mysterious god, and is by far the oldest of the three. He was worshipped by the ancient people of the cold northern lands but over the centuries he has fallen into obscurity and now has taken on a cult like status. Not much is known for certain about him as he prefers to maintain a high level of secrecy but it is rumoured that he is as old as time itself and that he will live to witness the apocalypse. Those who choose to follow him become part of a hive mind, similar to a bee hive or an ant colony, and then devote they're lives to serving their dark master.
The Dark Other is primarily driven by curiosity, he wishes to understand and eternally seeks more knowledge. Through his followers he carries out grand and complex schemes, taking every factor into account and never leaving anything to chance. In fact, his ability to predict, plan and manipulate future events is so accurate that many believe that he is able to see the future. However, his origins lay deep beneath the surface of the planet and to operate in the world he requires a host to act as his body. Visually, the Dark Other tends to cloak himself in shadow. His eyes glow an eerie cyan glow and his voice is a deafening whisper.
Below is a myth that was written in the hopes of helping people understand the method of thinking that is behind this god and the motives that drive him.
At some point thousands of years before the creation of the
Empire, the north was a brutal and harsh land. One day a man with glowing cyan eyes and cloaked in darkness as black as the night
sky wandered from village to village telling dark and wondrous tales. The man
called himself a prophet and claimed his stories were true.
He told of how while travelling through the dense pine
forests and snow capped mountain peaks of his homeland, he came across a dark
and foreboding cave. Curious, he entered
and followed the cave deep underground.
Eventually the cave stopped, leading him to a huge and shadowy cavern
that stretched down for eternity. This presented him with a dilemma, he could
turn around and leave as he had entered and live his life as he had always
done, or he could follow his curiosity further and jump down. If he jumped
down, he knew he may never see his home again.
He stood for a moment, his foot hovering indecisively over
the edge of the abyss. He savoured the moment. He was calm. Closing his eyes
and taking one last deep breath, he stepped over the edge and let the darkness
of the chasm envelope him.
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