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It's not common, for a god to leave their domain. The risk of losing a manifested form, while recoverable, is annoying, and a significant drawback. But it has been known, rarely, to happen. Sometimes, gods need to be do something important outside of their domain, and there are no acolytes or priests capable. Sometimes, a god is desperate enough to act as their own missionary. Sometimes, a god has no acolytes, and must accomplish all of the duties an acolyte would by themselves.
Raezenoth? Is bored. He has run out of things to do, and Idania is busy. With her boyfriend. Again. He would damn him, if he did not make her so happy.
He decides to go through a portal an explore. It's not without forethought, he's not stupid, he avoids the witch's world with its 'soul-pets' and the worlds where he could potentially be under threat, or expected to hide. That leaves, quite neatly, exactly one. Medallion and the daeva's set of worlds are dangerous and flying in public is considered abnormal. Spellbinders take time to charge their spells, and so he has time to react to them. The same is not true of Prime's world, though that's his second option. The world with spellbinders is his first.
That is why Katydid and Rain get a divine visitor.
"Hello," he says, as if his behavior is utterly normal.
"I made it known what type of god I was, and realized very quickly that a neighboring domain advocated slavery. I took offense to it. Most of her followers defected - especially the former slaves - and she died a few centuries later."
"Some binders are not nice to their familiars," muses Cricket. "It is a little like slavery. Iobel is working on it. She is good."
"Anyone who likes Iobel or her alts has good taste," pronounces Cricket, "at least some of the time."
"You don't speak as if you're afraid I will smite you where you stand, and say whatever you like with no regards for my opinion. This is an admirable quality."
"I have no regard for most opinions," says Cricket, licking one of his forepaws. "Most opinions are terrible and even the ones that are not are not particularly important usually."
"If you smote people who disagreed with you that would make your opinions worse, not better, anyway."
"They would, indeed. I would not be worthy of any sort of respect, if my opinions couldn't even stand up to a simple challenge."
"And then anyone who knew about your smiting behavior ought to be fomenting rebellion instead of talking to you at all."
Pet. Pet pet.
"I am willing to offer you one of my blessings," says Rae, conversationally. "I can offer enhances reflexes, flexibility, wind that will aid you, better endurance, a decreased need for water, or safety from the desert's troubles of hot sand or sunburns."
"I am willing to offer you one of my blessings," says Rae, conversationally. "I can offer enhances reflexes, flexibility, wind that will aid you, better endurance, a decreased need for water, or safety from the desert's troubles of hot sand or sunburns."
"Okay."
And lo, Cricket was blessed. There isn't a noticeable difference, because the wind was already being pretty helpful around Rae, but later it will probably be helpful.
And lo, Cricket was blessed. There isn't a noticeable difference, because the wind was already being pretty helpful around Rae, but later it will probably be helpful.