Varrach, The Void
Maintain and Avenge. Two words, but so many possibilities. How did he maintain something and yet avenge it at the same time? For that matter, what was he supposed to be maintaining and was it even the same thing he was to seek vengeance for? Already his siblings, the ones who knew themselves, had begun to spin their own creations. Would this change destroy what he was meant to maintain or did their actions further some plan to ensure it was maintained? For every question he asked, the only answer was a hundred more questions, all leading back to those words again; Maintain and Avenge. Varrach simply did not know himself. Why would he be created without the knowledge necessary to serve his purpose? There was no reason for that. The sheer illogicality of it drove him to despair. He was incomplete and the knowledge that something was missing burned.
Perhaps though... perhaps one of the others would know his purpose. After all, he was but one of ten. The thought soothed him. Yes, one of the others would know him. Willing himself to move, Varrach crossed the Void towards his fellow gods. Already five of them had departed, leaving for planes of their own. Perhaps once he discovered himself, he too would create such a place, something of his own.
"Greetings brothers." Varrach called out. "Do you know me?"
