22 Doctor Cortes (1/2)
As I strode towards the tiny store I was going to spend today in I found myself thinking about religion. I found myself wondering what religion and faith were in a real, relevant way and not just in the grand sense the domain of faith embodied. I wondered what these words meant, and how they influenced me as a god.
And so, in order to get an answer, I decided to ask a friend. As I had begun to do quite often, I chose to ask the system about things I was curious about.
”Hey, can you define 'religion' and 'faith' for me? I want to begin to think about how to organize the faith that I am planning for the goblins to have in me.” I asked the system, explaining my intentions to it as well. The system's rigid definitions came half a second later.
[Religion: A particular system of faith and worship. Also, religion itself is the belief in and worship of a supremely powerful entity, most commonly a god, goddesses, or gods or goddesses.
Faith: Strong belief in one's religion based on spiritual experiences and/or opinions rather than or sometimes in addition to naturalistic proof.
These words are used somewhat interchangeably but the truth is that one of them, faith, is more personal and tailored to the individual while religion refers to the grander beliefs of a particular system of beliefs.
As a deity, you can design religions, share information about them with followers, and they center their faiths around you as well as around those religions. When you are fully powered you'll gain the ability to upload religion-centric information directly into the minds of your worshipers. You can design holidays, give them values to live by and create rituals they are to perform to please you.
It's worth noting, however, that while you may design religions you'd like to see built around yourself if you have meaningful interactions with mortals they may design their own peculiar religions centered around you.] The system patiently explained, giving me a lot to mull over.
”I'd like to see how an organic religion sprung around me looks one day, but for now I should do my best to guide my followers in a general direction shouldn't I? That'd be the most efficient route anyway.” I muttered to myself, as I began to see the building I was heading towards in the distance.
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I was heading towards a peculiar looking building. Even lost in my thoughts the strange-looking edifice stood out to me. The thing was made of wood which was radiating a smoke-like substance but one that was made up of air and light from across the light spectrum. It took me a few moments to actually notice it, but once I saw the smoke-like aura that surrounded the building it drew my gaze.
The diversely-colored substance that roiled off of the building intrigued my curiosity. As I studied it, the system opted to speak up of its own volition.
[Althos, what you are seeing is magical energy. It's ambient and stale, as it's little more than leftover residue from the arcane processes that are a part of alchemy.] The system informed me, causing my eyes to open in shock.
”Alchemy involves magic?” I asked, surprised that this appeared to be the case. As I spoke to my ally my feet brought me closer and closer to the strange building.
[Yes it does! Alchemical potions are magical in nature. You'll learn more soon enough.] My friend said to me, as I drew close enough to the alchemical hut to knock on its front door.
The door in front of me was made of thick, blood-red wood. It stood several meters tall and almost as wide. It was an imposing sight, but not one that deterred me. I drew closer to the door and readied myself to pound on it with my thick fists.
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I pounded the door thrice with my closed fists. I rose them up and brought them to the door that stood between me and my quest for the day. Each time I pounded the door I banged it harder and longer than the last.
My fists slammed hard against the solid wood. I felt a twinge of pain stab through my hands and grimaced as I felt my bones rattle in response to the jarring blow. And then I heard a low chuckle emanate from the other side of the door. The chuckle lasted for a few seconds before a quiet voice greeted me.
”Hello, I am Doctor Cortes.” The voice said, coming through the door. It greeted me with a polite and brief self-introduction. The mysterious doctor had an aloof and distant-sounding voice, not ”Distant-sounding” in the charming sense, but ”distant-sounding” in the sense that made me question if Dr. Cortes lived sort of reality Doctor Cortes live in.
Silence fell over the area just outside and just inside the door. Neither Doctor Cortes, no I spoke for a solid two minutes.
”Well?” Doctor Cortes eventually asked, his voice carrying out of the door and towards me. I sighed and responded to the strange fellow.
”Doctor Cortes, I am Althos. I am a newcomer and an adventurer, and I took on your quest. I'm here to help you make some potions!” I declared, boldly stating my name and purpose.