Zaathru is a strange world full of danger. Ancient weapons built to defend the planet will shoot down any ship that wanders too close. If the vessel isn't destroyed, it goes hurtling toward the surface; those that survive the crash may find themselves killed or enslaved by the hostile natives.
Unless they can prove themselves gods, that is.
The two native sentient species, the Zaathri and the Shaal, believe that all Force Users who can demonstrate their power are deities incarnate. They offer their worship, loyalty, and tribute in the form of sacrificial offerings. The first gods to arrive on Zaathru have long since faded into legend, but now a new generation has sprung up. Calling themselves the Pantheon, they are united by an uneasy truce. Anyone outside the Pantheon must either join it, or be denounced as a false god and consumed.
Together, they will usher in a new golden age for Zaathru. But it's hard to be a god, and the lie can only be upheld for so long...
Unless they can prove themselves gods, that is.
The two native sentient species, the Zaathri and the Shaal, believe that all Force Users who can demonstrate their power are deities incarnate. They offer their worship, loyalty, and tribute in the form of sacrificial offerings. The first gods to arrive on Zaathru have long since faded into legend, but now a new generation has sprung up. Calling themselves the Pantheon, they are united by an uneasy truce. Anyone outside the Pantheon must either join it, or be denounced as a false god and consumed.
Together, they will usher in a new golden age for Zaathru. But it's hard to be a god, and the lie can only be upheld for so long...
