The Gods Are Bored
Welcome to Puntas, a smallish realm caught in the eddies of the astral sea. It has it's own pantheon, bound to this realm and this realm alone which are essentially omnipotent, eternal, and easilly bored. They amused themselves for a while by creating sentient races, and pitting them against one another to control the realm, but eventually got bored with taht game. they tried reproduction for a while (after all the races tehy created seemed to enjoy it) and that resulted in more gods, and they did entertain or at least occupy each other's attention for a while. But when eveyone in teh argument is eternal conflicts tend to get solved by proxy. And eventually that got boring as well. Now the gods have decided that mortals make the best source of entertainment and have taken to kicking over metaphorical anthills to see what the mortals do.
You, however, are not a god. You are the entertainment. Not that anyone asked your opinion, or permission. The Gods still have temples, where you can beg favors, or reprieves, and if it amuses them they might even grant them.
So prepare you charcter, grid your loins and hang on tight, because it is going to be quite a ride.
Notice: character advancement in this game is not guarunteed to follow normal rules. You may or may not be charging at windmills but they are charging at you, and you may be flung up amongst the stars or down into the muck.
