Many, many, many, many, many years before the earth was young, the gods had come to be. All but one of them would come to be revered as the elder gods. This is not their story. The one old but non-elder god, would proclaim himself to be the “Stronger God”, though most would refer to him by his name, Dox. This is not his story either.
Back in the days when man was still considered to be something of a novelty, many a gods amused themselves by playing with this newfangled creation. Some gods competed for quantity, the most number of followers, the biggest temples, the highest celebratory expenses. Others sought quality, the most memorable deeds, the noblest champions, the most devout followers.
Dox, for the most part, slept on a mountain top and cared little for much.
The competetition raged amongst the rest of the gods, joined by newer and more imaginative generations. More and more demi-gods, mortal champions, and just plain heroes crowded the Earth. Dox kept getting pestered, by both old and young gods alike. In a fit of irritation the likes of which no mortal dare try to comprehend, Dox sought out an old man who had spent his life living in a cabin somewhat far away from the nearest settlement of people. His name was Lieber. This is his story.
Lieber had spent his days being content with enjoying the simple things in life. When his body started showing the wear and tear of time, he had little regrets regarding how he had spent that time. Lieber never looked to gods for guidance, prefering to stop himself when temptations presented themselves before him. Just about the only time Lieber invoked the name of a god was when the priests & priestesses of various gods approached his cabin for their timely collections. Lieber would declare himself a follower of Dox, mainly because Dox demanded nothing of his followers. (Though, in exchange, offered nothing.) The priests & priestesses, eventually stopped visiting the crazed old man of the woods. The extraordinarily unremarkable life of Lieber might have faded into the shadows of obscurity, had it not been for one fateful Tuesday.
One fateful Tuesday afternoon, old Lieber would answer a knocking at his cabin-door. Old lieber would open his cabin-door to find a man of average build, wearing average clothes. The average man would inform Lieber that he was, infact, Dox, the Stronger God, who slept on a mountain top and cared little for much. That Lieber’s approach to life, his dedication or the lack there of towards Dox, and his self control in particular had impressed him to a great extent. And that should Lieber be willing, Dox would prefer to make Lieber his champion on Earth, doing something-or-another in the name of the stronger god every once in a while, if only so that “those bastards will let (him) sleep in peace atop a mountain.”
Lieber agreed.
Citing the control over Lieber had shown over himself throuhghout his life, Dox decreed that the only thing that would stop Lieber from that point on would be Lieber’s own free will.
Thus began the legend of Lieber the Stoppable. Although, in the beginning many people would call him many other things, Lieber would eventually take the initiative to become known as Lieber the Stoppable. Then again, when an eight feet tall hulking behemoth of a man, capable of changing the course of mighty mountains with bare hands & feet, demands to be called “Lieber the Stoppable”, people comply quickly.
For a while, things were good. Dox would communicate his will to Lieber. The latter would carry out said will. Like putting an end to a cult of Dox. Or carving something rude into a mountain side, overlooking a monastery. Or stopping the strongest demi-god on Earth. And things would continue as such, Until Lieber’s fateful confrontation of the Destroyer of Worlds, and the former’s inability to stop the latter. But that’s an entirely different story.
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