Alea Iacta Est

From the beginning

An old man sits outside on the porch, tuning a guitar. The sound of the guitar strings ringing out to the street, to the annoyance of the walker-bys. He grins mischievously knowing they won't say a word to stop him. After all who would bother a nice old man just tuning his guitar?
A moment passes and a group of little kids come running up to him. One jumps forward and giving him a big hug causing the older man to "Oomph"

"Whoa there kid, careful with the guitar"

"Old man Greg!!" The kids yell in unison.

Greg winces at that and says "I thought I told you kids not to call me that. It's just Greg."

One of the kids pipes in, a young boy with messy blond hair. "But you also said that as long as it's endeeeering, nothings off limits"

The old man furrows his brows and shakes his head. "When did I say that?" He asks the boy curiously.

"When you called Ms. Kerri a giraffe"

Gregor bursts out in laughter and wipes a tear from his eye. "But that was because it was the truth, I ain't an old man yet" he says before patting his head.

Another kid, a little girl with short black hair. "Old man Greg! Can we hear a story!!"

"Well what kind of story little missy?" He responds, ignoring the first part.

"I want to hear about the gods! Like myths and legendary warriors!" The blond boy immediately said.

"No I want to learn about the land and how it was made!" The girl threw back at him.

"That's so boring, what about legendary battles and enchanted weapons and stuff"

"You got to chose last time, it's my turn" The girl reaffirmed.

"Well-

"Now settle down, settle down" The old man set the boy down beside him and pulled his guitar against his chest.

"Why not both?" The old man hummed as his fingers plucked the strings.
He began to play a familiar tune, one as old as time.
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Long long ago before man, before elf, before gods and kingdoms. The land was barren, the oceans dry, and not a single living thing in sight.

Now came Oer. He was a being of undeniable power. His knowledge from places unknowable and his strength from places of great weakness

But instead of shaping the world himself, he created twelve gods that would come to shape and form the world around them. These twelve original gods would come to be known as the Twelve Gods of Old.

The first pantheon