Ink Blot

There sits a jagged topped mountain in a range of smooth, rolling hills belonging to a parched and arid land. The mountain itself stands as last tribute to frozen gods of a long forgotten people. Outgrown and banished millenia ago by their followers, they were forged into stone and smelt into the mountain. The People rose up and washed away the faces of those that they had loved and worships. The People could not outgrow Caltia, image of the Earth herself and carved of wood in a place where wood is rarer than gold. Darkened; but not corrupted by time, she waited through the in fighting among those closest to her, watched them wiped out by invading armies dressed in bronze and then discovered by chance by a half crazed hermit. Mistaken for the mother of God, (she was the mother to ALL gods) and made a virgin, she sits in a house of stone and gold, worshiped by many and thus is sustained.