Frequent search term: “Divine Power.”
Lead??
BOW OF THE GODDESS (Eslar’s book).
God-lore in Age of M.
What about Age of Gods? Holdover? Ask Snow?
Search other lore.
Why do ppl remember gods when forget everything else after world(s) rebuilt?
GREAT BATTLE OF THE GODS
aka: “Titanomachy,” “Battle of Titans,” Legend of the 2 God Kings, Dharma v. Adharma, War for Humanity… etc.
Gods battle for dominion over universe.Usually original/superior vs newer/lesser.
Winner builds world
Losers=reduced to demigods and/or made into servants for newer gods
No mention of wishes
Elder vs Newer gods? Significant? See bold
Chapter 8
Breakdown
Wayne didn’t say anything else until they were standing in the briefing room, starting for the doors that headed into the Society. He paused, palm on the door, looking over his shoulder at her. For the briefest of moments, Jo expected him to say that their deal was off, that he’d reconsidered his position.
“Everyone will want to know what we found. I’ll check the common room, you check the bedrooms. We’ll all meet in the common room in ten.”
“Not the briefing room?” Jo asked as they started down the long hall to the Four-Way.
“No, I’ve had enough of that room for one lifetime,” he muttered.
“I’m inclined to agree.” Jo paused in the center of the Four-Way as Wayne started ahead. But, as if feeling her eyes on him, he turned and stared, stalling at the start of the other hallway toward the common room. “Wayne, thank you.”
What she wanted to say was,don’t forget our deal. But the words lingered behind her lips, unspoken.
“Don’t mention it.” He shrugged. “It’s not like I have any better ideas of how we should go about tackling this situation.”
Without another word, Jo started up the stairs and Wayne down the hall. She couldn’t help but wonder what he meant by “this situation.” Her magic? Or the Society in general? For her sake, and the sake of exploring her plans, she hoped it was the latter.
Jo went to Eslar’s door first. He was the natural choice as “team mom” and his door was the first one she encountered. But he didn’t respond to her knock, so Jo worked her way back to Samson’s.
The door opened and two familiar eyes widened at the sight of her. “Jo? How did it go?”
“Fine. Yeah, fine, I guess.” She shrugged.Way to sound nonchalant, Jo mentally scolded. She couldn’t help but glance at Wayne’s door, if he didn’t blow it, she just may. “We wanted to brainstorm with the crew, tell everyone what we found.”
“Yes. Yes, just a moment.” Samson scurried back into his room, leaving the door open. Rushing over to one of the worktables, he began to fumble with every bobble, setting it in a new order.
Jo took the unspoken invitation, taking a step into the room, but going no further without being expressly invited.
His room was an identical arrangement to how she’d found it last time—industrial tables sandwiched between rustic beams on the ceiling and fur rugs on the floor. And yet, there was something markedly different. The last time she was there he’d had a sort of organization to his workstations. Now, it was as if mechanical beasts had been laid out on the tables and carved open, their innards exposed. There were nests of wires and precariously screwed-together towers that sat atop scraps of leather and wood.
