A poem I came up with for a campaign I’m developing…
What are centuries compared to untold millenia
Where Ao intervenes in the realm of mortals?
We’ve been building ever since Ao’s Sundering
When Ao proved his mettle against lower gods.
We do not praise evil; We praise Ao’s patience, and wait.
We do not praise good; We praise Ao’s retribution, and wait.
We do not value chaos; We value Ao’s supervision, and wait.
We don’t value order; We value Ao’s word, and wait.
Ao comes when the gods blunder,
So we build Ao’s Tower
To prove that the gods are wrong
and that Ao is right.