Ascension to Godhood
It begins as it ends. You watch as a soul adrift, a white-gold pearl caught betwixt four primordial forces. One, a nameless, faceless suit of armor adorned with a demon mask, trophies of wicked beasts, and a noble coat of arms; he holds a gleaming length of moonlight at the end of his plated arm, and it sings as it passes cleanly through the burning eyes and reaching claws of myriad shadows. The second, arrayed in silver and precious stones tied with a blue sash, and masked in smiling white; he lets the horde come to him, turning away their strikes with open palms and wide arms that could be mistaken for welcoming. The third, walking slowly, in tranquil ease, through clutching hands that can't get closer; unfurling vines of jade green peel open the earth without an ounce of force, entangling the enemy and holding them back as pink flowers bloom. His are robes of green clasped in bronze, feet bare and filthy, face obscured by a deep, dark hood. The fourth, charging forth at the head, covers only the lower half of his rippling, sweat-shining body with gold licked over by scarlet flame. He too is masked, as his own claw-like hands tear the encroaching darkness to pieces, and his gold mask is warped in a frown. Any one of these could be you.
You awaken from that heart-pounding dream, your back resting against an aged yew tree, the pale leaves gently rustling in the breeze. Beneath you, blue-green grasses swell with the sound of crickets. Down at the foot of this gentle hill runs a winding river, the waters yellow with clay. All around, dark trees provide a home to the skittering, crawling, and slithering creatures that live in the nearby woods. It is a glorious day. In the highest, darkest azure part of the infinite sky that crowns your world, the celestial orb is in its third ascension -- the burning Yang aspect is an eye-bleeding white, which casts the submissive Yin side in a golden glow. Around this unmoving pole, two of the eight blue stars have dimmed. While you are no astrologer, you know this to mean that the corruption of night has passed some time ago, and the peace of daylight is long ahead. Time to go about your way; no more dreaming until the work is done. You stand and stretch, take up your pack, and start down the hill for the woodland path. Approaching a smooth-topped boulder, you take a long stride to its surface, nimbly springing several staves across to one farther down the way. You drift through the air like Earth's mighty pull has barely any meaning, but the ferocity of your leaps (unnecessary, given your agility) shows your mortal restraint. This is no great task, but you take to it with the resolve of a laborer, not the aloof disregard of a clerk. After the fifth springing step off a boulder near the bottom, your bounding slows to a jaunty walk. Your rough-knit tunic and breezy silk trousers settle about your lean, yet muscular form.
Up ahead, your eyes take in the splendor of the old wooden gate, the flat crest atop it adorned with moss-covered iron lanterns. In more civilized territory, paper lanterns would be carefully maintained and changed with the seasons; but here, something more enduring is required. The monks rarely come this way to tend to the shrines just inside the gate. Shrines which you now approach, casting a wild eye and wolfish grin to each in turn, with equal disinterest. But slowly, your breath relaxes, your eye focuses, and something does garner your attention (if only for a time):
(@) On the far left, built of black-lacquered wood with little ornamentation, there is a sturdy structure almost as large as a brick oven, nearly as stout. The idol at the center is a statuette of a mounted warrior, his horned helmet majestic and masked face a mystery. He holds a sword high, and his banner is red like blood. At the head of the shrine, a wood board is engraved with the characters for "His Divine Lordship, General Star Iron."
(@) On the center left, built of a knotted fructive tree, the uncarved wood limned in verdant moss, there is a wide-bodied structure suited to the rotund idol within. He is very large, carved of resplendent green jade, eyes shut with pleasure and mouth wide. He holds his empty hands in the symbol for peace. Around his neck has been placed a medallion held on by a string of prayer beads. At the head of the shrine, a soapstone has been carved with the characters for "Bounteous Lord, Wisdom."
(@) On the center right, built of elegant yew poles wrapped in expertly-crafted wirework, in which pearls of glass, oyster, and precious stone are trapped, there is a trim and sophisticate shrine. The idol at the back is a propped-up silver mirror, etched with the features of an enigmatic soul, a spirit with more bestial features that human, looking much like a natural disaster. Despite this savagery, the whole picture of the shrine gives you a sense of stern contemplation. At the head of the shrine, a weather-worn parchment bears the painted characters for, "Infinite Prescience, Spring-Mountain Sage."
(@) On the far right, built of broad beams painted red, but low to the ground, the avant-garde structure seems to look up in praise to the uplifted idol, which stands atop a decorated stone pedestal. The idol is only a head, a screaming man with fire in his eyes. The imagery of this shrine unsettles your stomach, and causes the hairs of your neck to stand like a boar's bristles. At the foot of the shrine, creeping with mold and bugs, a plaque reads, "Supreme Tormentor, Thunder-Roar the Bloodthirsty."
(@) In the middle is the gate, and the path to where you're going. None of these shrines really catch your eye, more than the idea of a good meal, some fun, and the next place to lay your head.
(Questmaster Note: Hello everyone! I'm trying something new, and I hope it will attract a lot of attention from our board of delightful readers. This quest is placed here, in the NSFW section, for the very good reason that no holds will be barred. The perversion, crudity, and madness that awaits in this quest will come only as makes sense for the narrative, so it will be thinner in places and more gratuitous in others. But it is not just a stomping ground for meaningless, revolting content. What I introduce to the story will have purpose, and will be treated with fairness, though perhaps less delicate modesty than polite society would like. Please read below for the inspirations of the quest and some basic mechanics and lore you can come to expect. Then vote when the mood strikes you! I will be looking to renew with posts every week, if voting participation allows, but I will be willing to wait up to three weeks to make sure people have a chance to catch up.)