An unimportant lad from an even more unimportant small village on the edge of the Platonic Woodland. One day, he decided that he was tired of his unimportant little life and traveled to Godville, the reputed home of the gods and, as he was about to find out, an impressive metropolis in its own right.
Upon his arrival in Godville, he immediately set about searching for the higher destiny, which he knew was in store for him. He searched hard through inns, pubs and taverns, sometimes in ale tankards and sometimes under tables. He was searching so arduously that, one day, he forgot to pay for his ale. Chased by an angry barkeep through the streets of Godville, he hid in one of the imposing buildings of the city.
Out of danger for the time being, he decided to look around and find out where he was. —“What is this grandiose building anyway? Oh, a temple… well, do they have any alcohol? No? I’m out of here!” He scampered away and looked for the nearest tavern.
But it was already too late. By entering the temple, he attracted the attention of one of Godville’s minor deities, the up-and-coming goddess Varza, who had long been looking for a suitable champion. —“A raging alcoholic… and a blithering idiot to boot! But I guess he will have to do. After all, it is my calling to save such lost souls and show them the path to something greater!”
In the middle of the night, the goddess sent a breathtakingly beautiful vision to her chosen champion, informing him of his new role and showing him that a great destiny awaits him, if he is to enter into her service and receive her protection. —“And you better not think this a drunken dream!”
He did not. He saw the opportunity in being chosen as a champion of the gods. He had finally found the path he was searching for. He was to build a marvelous temple of pure gold for his goddess!
Once the Great Golden Temple of Varza is completed, doom shall wash upon this land, a doom it has never known before and will never know thereafter. The chosen hero took on the name Doomie, in honor of the sacred task to bring doom to the world, and especially, to all who stand in his way to greatness. He drank a final mug of ale, “for the road”, and then began his great journey.
But what is this impending doom that he is to bring about? Well, that remains to be seen… ____________________________________________________________________
Since the night of the faithful vision, Doomie and his goddess Varza have learned to accept and cherish their odd relationship, and now make a reasonably good team. After much nagging and poking from Varza, Doomie has managed to cut down on his drinking habit. Varza has learned to accept that a tired hero deserves a drink or two after a hard battle, and allows him to enjoy the occasional ration of ale. The goddess has also gotten used to the incredible stupidity of her champion, and now knows how to help him out when his need is most dire.
After defeating champions much greater than himself on the field of honor, Doomie feels that his prowess in battle against other heroes has been proven and shall be avoiding the arena, at least for the time being. After all, that is not the kind of doom his goddess has in mind.
Vorwärts zum Weltuntergang! ___________________________________________________________________
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