Sacred Texts

Becoming a god is not hard. Quite a few members of the current Disc pantheon had godhood bestowed upon them¹. 

Drabble could not remember exactly how he'd come into being, but his first memory was that of myriad prayers rising in unison in early April. Every year, their thoughts and sighs of fervent faith sustain him through the month, and in return, he grants inspiration². Come May he sleeps, dreaming only of the Words³. 

And the Counting. 

 

_{1 Which explains the existence of Oops, goddess of accidental deification.
2 Somehow. He's unclear on the specifics. 
3 And sometimes a duck.}