Resonance

  This world was one of many, just one more shiny blue orb covered in white clouds and masses of mottled green, brown, and icy blue. Sadly, it only had one sapient species, and they were little more than bloodthirsty children, ever aching for more of what another held possession over. Typical.

  As unfortunate as it is that I find the strength of its connection to my tower to be lacking, I began placing the foundations before I could sense how distant it felt. Even with the adolescence of its peoples, it could still be guided towards greatness.

  And yet, I have planted seeds that will sprout, and the blossoming of heroes will be their test against the tempests of cruel violence and gluttonous greed.

  I am the Architect Ascendant, and I have placed the bricks upon the mountaintop. A temple to strength and courage, that those who seek greatness over dominion might find what they require, a connection to my tower.

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  A connection is all that is required.

  Even as the tower’s entanglement remains delicately woven into this world, its power is within reach for those near the nexus points who find they share its resonance.

  Worlds need heroes, paragons, and champions, the beings of myth and legend that inspire hope and courage. I have ever been the kind who would stoke these flames, and stoke them I shall.

  This frail trickle of power shall be left in place, a small connection for you who would see neither my tower nor the other worlds linked together by its brilliance.

  In its place I offer you wonders, sprinkled through your millennia.

  A temple atop the mountain Olympus.

  A great pyramid along a desert river.

  Weapons and armor that will forge destinies — a hammer, a lightning bolt, swords, shields, staves, and winged boots.

  My system will lay before you the road to glory, the paths for you to grow beyond the capabilities of your mortal kind. You will never see my face, but you will hear my whispers reverberate through your history.

  Light and tenuous, the roots yet bury themselves within the soil of your Earth.

  Welcome to the wondrous beauty of my glorious tower, Yggdrasil.

  ~ Excerpt from the notes of the Architect Ascendant