Od was born to the village of North Denham in a year remembered for a warm but rainy winter. He grew up happy and strong and by his seventeenth year was an accomplished hunter, well liked by his peers, and healthy even by the standards of North Denham a village know to be blessed with good health, large crops, and few plagues. The village was fortunate to have many elders, and though they could no longer farm or hunt as the youth they still spent there day in study, thought, and discussion. They spent as much time pondering how the village could better cultivate it's land or hunt as they did on less productive but no less interesting flights of conjecture. North Denham was a happy village with little want and little trouble, yet Od noticed that of late the elders walked with a serious look upon there face, there inquiries into crop yields and migratory patterns had dropped off and and few could be bothered from some dark thought that seemed to hang over the elders shoulders like a shroud. After bearing there stoic mood for two moons he approached the elders at there meeting and demanded to be heard before them.
He said, "though I be young in years I see that something is a miss with the elders that distracts you from the villages affairs. Tell me what it is, tell me what I can do to free you from these thoughts so that you can return to planning our next season."
The elders passed an inscrutable look between themselves and then the eldest of all spoke, "Young Od, indeed maybe only you can help. We have lately been in contemplation of that great god Mani-Moordhai who fashioned the earth beneath us to be his temple. This is not new for that creator is a favorite topic for minds grown active as there bodies turn the opposite. Yet this thought is new to us for we do not ask what use a seat or court are to his thoughts. Nor do we ask what he may spend so long thinking on. We ask now instead what may happen should he come to a conclusion."
Following the Eldest's words a silence hung in the air broken first by Od's youthful voice, "Can such things be? Can he ever come to a conclusion? What matter it to us if he does?"
"All questions have answers if one has the ability to find them," one elder said and another continued "and we must assume that what ever Mani-Moordhai's question he has such ability." The Eldest looked Od squarely and finished, "Further we must assume the worst. All that we know is founded upon the soil, but the soil is founded upon the will of Mani-Moordhai. Should he no longer have need of it it will crumble apart and fall away back into the Great Stillness from which it came. We have decided that one who is strong must journey to Mani-Moordhai and determine our fate; plead our case."
Od and the Eldest stared long into each others eyes. Then Od closed his, nodded, and left the elders tent.
- The Petitioner in the Court of Mani-Moordhai (pt2)