Edit note: June 5th. Updated link to request thread, to be consistent with my signature's link.<br/><br/>(((This is a Storytelling Role-play, Free-form style in every sense but one. Only restriction I set is to follow the story, and the direction I set. This will be narrated for the direction, as needed.)))<br/><br/>---This Role-play is OPEN, The Request Thread is here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69353.0). PM me if you wish to join with character idea(s) you will play and how they may fit in with the story so far. We'll communicate from there. ---<br/><br/><strong><em>In an alternate universe of magic, ever-changing landscapes, and pure fantasy was a god. This god had his own followers, and good many of them. It was debated that he had half the population following him, but it was never truly known. Doubted, even. This god had a power many did not, which was to travel dimensions. He would come and go, and bring happiness to his followers with items or proof of other places. Even gifted them with pleasures from such places, such as chocolates or even coffee!<br/><br/>Until one day.<br/><br/>His followers stopped believing in him.<br/><br/>They did not give their love, their prayers, or even their energy anymore.  They found someone better. Someone that gave them powers if called upon;  blessings of health, youth, and simple peace. No longer was this god  needed to please them, to force them to wait for gifts of fancy. They knew these other dimensions, other WORLDS, existed and no longer needed satisfaction of that. Now, they needed miracles for sickness, and peace in their daily lives. The old god was feeling weak, powerless, and helpless against this new faith. He could feel himself slipping away...but...<br/><br/>He did not die.</em></strong><br/><br/>It felt cold in here. There was darkness, as though I could not open my eyes. Sounds were faint..a voice? Sounded like a whisper. Something..something was there, but what? I cannot tell, I am so weak. I do not know..why am I alive? I can barely move, hear, see..it's so dark but some light..yes. Light in the distance.<br/><br/>I cannot reach it.<br/><br/>I remember...I remember that I was once great. Yes..great. A god. People loved me, prayed to me for gifts. They gave me offerings, and energy, made me strong. I could travel dimensions, worlds, and take in pleasures one could dream of. Then upon my return, gifts would be bared to my people. Things of wonder; such as chocolates, coffee, even sheets of fabric never seen. They would rejoice, and share these gifts, until I would return again with more gifts. Then..I returned one day weak. Nothing feeding me. My people were not there for me, celebrating the return and gifts. They no longer heeded me..and my temples were gone.<br/><br/>Suffering, weak and slowly, I found one temple long forgotten. No one had been there for a long time, the desert's sands destroying the towns around it. Somehow it stayed above...and there, I fell asleep.<br/><br/>I must be there. Why do I live?