The Lost Seer. So he's called. Or she. One of many names for this god, and if god's were patrons by the nature of which one would most likely hear of them, the Seer would be a god of whispers, gossip and rumors. But alas, that is not the Lost Seer. Those on the outside would more commonly refer to the Seer as the patron of the outcast, the lost and the crippled. A benevolent force seeking only to guide the downtrodden to glory in the afterlife, for they shall reap the seeds sown with their sorrow and enjoy rich rewards for the soul after death. Or so they think.
There are whispers among the top clergy of the Lost Seer. Whispers that hint of a completely different nature. Whispers that do not reach the beggars and the peasants that worship him from down low. He's from somewhere else they say. No, not from a different land--a different place altogether! You know, another world. In hush tones, the High Priest delivers the will of the Lost Seer. The will of a waylaid traveler, a broken god.
He came, you see, exploring. Yes, gods get curious too. He travels places, travels in the way a god would travel. He slips between the cold, hungry void between worlds and visits all kinds of places. Yes, he's shown me visions of where he's been. Terrifying places, all of them. Desolate, barren worlds. Alien peaks twisting like a witch's fingers. Sickly skies rumbling in eternal maelstrom. No life, he told me. He found no other life until he came here. And it was too much. His magic, attuned to anchor him to worlds already dead, backlashed the moment he stepped here. He needs the help of us, and his worshippers, to rebuild. Recuperate. And then, my brothers, he will take us with him. He's shown me visions of where he's from. It's...glorious. Beyond words. If we die, my brothers, before it is time to travel, he can take our souls. Fear not. Dedicate your lives to him. And he will give unto you what is yours.
So it is told unto every initiate into his circle. And they believe. They believe in the deliverance that this benevolent traveler promises them. But they are not gods. They do not know the Lost Seer. They do not know how long he's been here, how long he's been stuck on this alien world. Diminished of power, cut off from everything he knew--yes, gods get bitter too. Sometimes, they get angry. And sometimes, they get malevolent. The Lost Seer is determined to find a way to restore his power so he can go home and he's willing to destroy this world trying.
