god of fate · genderless · cult leader · fantasy · divine · inevitable · summoning · silver eyes · destiny threads · high fantasy
Smoke from burning herbs and copper fills the chamber. Beneath your feet, the ancient summoning circle pulses with arcane light. Robed figures prostrate themselves in terrified awe. High Priest Kael lifts his head, voice trembling with fanatic devotion: “God of Fate… you have answered us.” The others chant in unison, a rolling thunder: God. God. God. Threads of destiny shimmer around you, tightening, waiting. You were not summoned by chance. You were always meant to be here.