Flying High with Orbital Odysseys: An Apeiron Story

Hello everyone! Hope y’all are having a great week. Today we have an announcement to share with you about a new event “Orbital Odysseys.”…

Hello everyone! Hope y’all are having a great week. Today we have an announcement to share with you about a new event “Orbital Odysseys.” And to go along with it, we also have a short Apeiron story! Caloo calay oh doodily day!

First, let’s talk about the Orbital Odyssey event! This is an event to encourage players to rent Orbital Tracks (OTs) to age their Planets. Aging Planets is super important! Why?

1. Token Airdrops! Holders with older Planets will be entitled to receive more ANIMA airdrops. ANIMA is our p2e token.

2. Expeditions! Older Planets will generate more Vapor on Nebula Expeditions, our staking system, so you can have a higher chance at top tier rewards.

3. Relic Slots! The older the Planet, the more Relic slots it has for you to slot in your Relics, including powerful Apostles and Artifacts.

For instance, you might have collected the epic rarity Artifact “Black Hole Banner IV” from your dungeoneering and converted it into a Relic. This Artifact heals ALL of your units for 12% at the end of EVERY battle. Super powerful! You also have a Guardian Apostle with a very good IV that you’ve also Relic converted. But your Planet only has 1 Relic Slot, so you can only use either the Artifact of the Apostle but NOT both.

By simply aging your Planet, you’ll unlock new Relic Slots so that you CAN have both! The more Relic Slots, the more potential power you’ll have available.

So now you know why you should age your Planets, let’s get back to talking about this new event: Orbital Odyssey. We know that renting OTs is a new thing and people will take time to get used to it. So to get people started, we’re sweetening the pot!

From Thursday May 4th 4pm GMT+8 (NOW!!) until Thursday May 18th 11:59pm GMT+8 (in 2 weeks) any players who rent an OT will receive rebates in the form of Foonie Emblems (FE), which can be spent on our Discord on a range of Apeiron goodies or sold directly on OpenSea.

The rebate rewards will be distributed pro rata to our Targeted Total Rental divided by the amount of OTs being rented. Basically, the more people renting, the more rewards everyone gets. Let’s take a look at a couple examples:

Note that the more tracks being rented, the more rebates for every individual! So if you know somebody holding an Apeiron Planet, this is the time to rent OTs — you’ll both benefit from increased rebate rewards. Basically we just want to encourage people to use the new system. The rebates will be distributed in one week from the end date of the event — so around May 25th.

A couple of clarifying points. First, you cannot rent an OT from a more expensive Star of a certain rarity tier if there are cheaper Star OTs of the same tier available for renting on the market. This is to ensure that rebate rewards are distributed in a fair manner.

Additionally, the maximum amount of rebates we’ll be distributing through this event will be 1250 FE. In the event that we exceed the targeted total rental, each player will receive a % split of the 1250 FE according to their weighted contribution. We should note that each FE is worth $8, and we will be rounding down to the nearest whole number when we calculate FE rebate amounts.

And as a final disclaimer, we reserve the right to adjust the terms of this event to guarantee that it is both fun and fair to all participants. You may rest assured that we are closely monitoring all event activity to protect honest users from any systemic exploitation.

TLDR: Orbital Odyssey! Rent some Orbital Tracks, get rebates. The more the merrier!

Excellent! So now with that cleared up, the way is open for us to begin with today’s Apeiron story. And it’s a fun one: we’re meeting with Lark, a god of the Axis Mundi — and an important one too: he’s the Viscount of Zephyrs and the Elemental Lord of Wind. He’ll be joined by the Shaman Apostle, who’s by-the-by a pretty chill dude. What happens when the two get together? Shenanigans! Doodnanigans? Join us, then, for….

Flying High (on a Shooting Star)

Lying on a puff of fluffy cumulus cloud floating in a blue sky, Lark, the Elemental Lord of Wind and the Viscount of Zephyrs, yawned salaciously as he stretched.

How long had he been asleep? He couldn’t remember. Ah well. It didn’t really matter. Not much changed in the Axis Mundi to the extent that he needed to be frequently conscious about it. And so: he wasn’t.

He tucked his long hands comfortably behind his mane of wavy white hair, smiled into the sunshine, and sighed contentedly. It was good to be a god.

Well, it was good to be the Elemental Lord of Wind. Being able to drift on the breeze, not a care in the world. Not like Clintina, the Elemental Lady of Earth, who was always getting her earthen armor in a twist about something or other, charging off on another quest. Or Flameo, the Elemental Lord of Fire: what a temper he had! And the less said about Protea, the Elemental Lady of Water, the better…

He sighed again, this time not so contentedly. While he couldn’t say how long he had been away from the White City and its internecine politics, he knew he should probably go back sooner rather than later. Unlike the other Elemental Lords, he wasn’t particularly interested in rising to the rank of the High Goddess’ Consort. But he certainly didn’t want to see any of them rise to that level. And so he would need to return to the Lofty Palace and play the game, just to make sure things stayed as they were now…

Ugh. How very droll. He flipped over onto his front and looked down on the world from his cloudy perch, kicking his long legs up playfully into the air. Where was he? It looked like he had drifted above a vast body of water — the ocean. Protea’s realm — although she would be studying ancient tomes in the Rippling Depths, as was her want. Perhaps he should pay her a visit…but no, the thought of getting all wet and soggy — with all that weight of water above — was very unappealing. He would see her in the Lofty Palace at some point.

A glint of something floating far below, on the surface of the sea, caught his attention. His eagle eyes focused, and all became clear in an instant. He smiled playfully. Why he never — it was a dood! A rather large dood, lying on his back on a small open boat, a fishing rod at his side, his hands behind his head whistling a tuneless song.

He chuckled. There was a certain symmetry between the dood and he himself — the God of all Wind Gods — that he couldn’t help but find titillating. It was, frankly, absurd: there was the dood, lying relaxing on his boat, and there he was, relaxing in his cloud. Kindred spirits, of a sort.

And that was when an idea began to form in Lark’s head, a flight of fancy that pushed out all notions of the actual responsibilities he was supposed to fulfill. No, this is what he wanted to do: he wanted to have some fun. And what better way to have fun than by spending a day with his newest dood disciple?

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Voovoo the Shaman lay on his boat, thinking about…not much of anything. What was there to think about? He was on a boat! Somewhere. He had gone fishing when a sudden squall had carried him far out into uncharted waters.

That had been…a few days ago. He had brought some water with him, luckily. And he was quite good at fishing, so he had food as well. Beyond that, he didn’t give it much thought. He ate, slept, fished, and whistled. It was as simple as that. He would get back to his beachside village eventually. Probably? Or maybe he would end up somewhere totally new! That’d be neat. For a dood as chill as Voovoo, it was all cool.

Little did he know it then, but Voovoo’s chillness was about to be put to the ultimate test. It started with his boat starting, ever so slightly, to spin in place. At first Voovoo didn’t notice. But then the spinning sped up, and he began to feel dizzy. He sat up and took a look around. Was he caught in a whirlpool or something? But no, it was very clearly the wind. And it was growing stronger. Beginning to howl!

Suddenly a gale blast knocked him flat on his back, pinned him to the bottom of the boat. He could hardly breathe. Not cool, dood! He thought about muttering some sort of spell or hex, but how does one curse the wind? Words escaped him, lost in the hurricane. Hadn’t it been clear skies a minute ago? What was going on-

And then his boat flew, spinning, into the sky. Voovoo watched in terror as he sped towards the bottom of a cloud. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen when he hit it. But he did have enough of a doody sense to open his mouth ever so slightly so he could get a taste. Maybe it would taste like cotton candy…

It did not. It tasted like water. Then he was through the clouds and above them, his boat floating in the air just as easily as it had on the water. Standing next to the boat — and looming above it — was a smiling, tall, gray-skinned god with a bushy shock of white hair, an elegant turquoise courtier’s outfit, and even a pair of insectoid wings neatly sheathed on his back. The mysterious god grinned at him teasingly. “Hello there!”

“Hullo!” said Voovoo. He had seen gods before, of course. They were all over the place in the Axis Mundi. There was something about this one though. He had an air about him, an air of quiet confidence. It was pretty cool, he had to say!

“Let’s have your name then,” the god spoke crisply.

“Voovoo!” said Vooovoo.

“And what do you do, Voovoo?”

“Do, sir-uh-my…lord? I don’t do anything. I hang out. I chill.” He gave two thumbs up to the god by way of emphasis.

“I see, I see. But I mean to say, you seem bigger than other doods, Voovoo.”

“Yeah!”

“And why would that be?” Lark had infinite patience. He always enjoyed talking to doods. They always responded in the silliest ways.

“I eat a lot, I guess.”

“What about any magic, Voovoo?”

“Oh yeah! I’m a Shaman.”

“Aha! We got there.”

“Woo! We got there~” Voovoo, not knowing where there was, was happy to share a point of commonality with this strange god.

“Well, Voovoo. Do you know who I am?”

“Um…the God of Questions?”

“Nope.”

“God of…Nice Green Clothes?”

“A good guess, but also wrong.”

Voovoo scratched his head. “God of…Spinning Flying Boats?”

Lark laughed. “Voovoo, you are sitting before Lark, Elemental Lord of Wind.”

Voovoo gasped. “Woah! God of the Wind! That’s how you could do that magic to take me up here, huh? Pretty neat!”

“Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.”

“Sweet!” Voovoo waited for Lark to elaborate, but none was forthcoming. “So, uh, Mr. Lark, sir, which is to say, Lord of Windy Air…or something…what’s up?”

“What’s up? Why, the sky, Voovoo. Always the sky.”

“No, no…uhh…what’cha doin’ up here? And uh…did ya want me for anythin’? Maybe I can catch you a fish or somethin’…”

“Ah! Right! Well, Voovoo, I’m proud to say,” Lark rose up even higher above the boat for good effect, then held his cane aloft over Voovoo and motioned dramatically. “I see in you the spirit of the wind. Therefore, I have chosen you, Voovoo. From now on, you will be my disciple. My Apostle!”

“Woah!” said Voovoo. “Cool!”

“Very cool,” Lark laughed. Then he sunk lower, into the cloud, and lay down next to the boat, so his head was opposite Voovoo. “Come out here then! As my Apostle, the first thing you have to do is learn how to lie on a cloud. Then we’ll take a nap.”

“Ooo!” said Voovoo. To be honest, this whole disciple/apostle business was going over his head. But a nap! Now that was his kind of territory. He clambered over the side of the boat and stepped off onto the cloud and-

Fell right through it.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh!” he screamed as he plummeted to the sea far below.

Then a current of air caught him, cradled him, and carried him gently back to his boat on the clouds. Lark looked at him with amusement. “A nice first try, but you need to really feel the spirit of the wind, the spirit of the air! Let your lightness carry you higher…”

To demonstrate, the Viscount of Zephyrs stood up gracefully, and then flopped onto the cloud’s surface, bouncing off of it happily. Voovoo was mildly hyperventilating. Good god he didn’t want to die and that was scary. Holy crap he had fell right through the air and almost crashed into the water and-

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Lark reached out a godly hand over the side of the boat and flicked Voovoo off the boat onto the cloud once more.

For the briefest of instances, Voovoo thought he had it. But then of course, he didn’t.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!” he yelled again as he fell from sky to sea…only to be once more wrapped up in the wind and carried right back into Lark’s cloud kingdom.

“Better, much better!” said Lark cheerfully. Except this time he found himself speaking to the air, because Voovoo had fainted clean out. Lark scooped up some cloud and brought the much-put-upon-Shaman back to reality with a splutter and a cough.

“You’re getting it, I can tell!” said Lark, once Voovoo had gotten himself under a semblance of control. “A few more tries and you’ll be riding the clouds in no time. I’ll tell you what young dood, nothing like having your own cloud to ride around on. You know, there was this monkey I knew once, now he was really a fast learner, started zooming around on his cloud like nobody’s business-”

“Excuse me!” shouted Voovoo. He was not a dood prone to shouting, but he really felt like he was in need of a rest. He did not want to fall again. “Can we take a break?”

“A break? Already?”

“Well it’s lunchtime,” said Voovoo, having no idea what time it was, but guessing that it was close enough to lunch to warrant the argument.

“Is it?” mused Lark. “I forgot you doods eat every day.”

Voovoo balked. “You mean, gods — my lord — sir — Mr. Lark, you don’t eat every day?”

“Oh good gracious no,” said Lark. “Gods don’t need to eat. You see, we are beings which are made of-”

Voovoo was so shocked he interrupted the god then and there. “But eating is-” he struggled for words “-awesome!”

“Oh it’s fine and well enough but after you’ve lived as long as I have, young dood-”

“Come to my house!” said Voovoo, striking on an idea that would get him out of this cloud diving snaggle and back to his cozy home in one swoop. “I’ll cook us lunch. My speciality: surf’n’turf!”

“Oh! Well that sounds…lovely. Why not after all? I haven’t visited a dood village in a few decades. Could be fun!”

“Yeah!”

“Right then. All you need to do is close your eyes and imagine your home. The more details, the faster we’ll get there.”

“Oh. Ok then,” said Voovoo. He squinched his eyes tightly shut and tried to imagine. He wasn’t a dood who imagined a lot of things. Rather, he just let his thoughts flow wherever they wanted. Focusing was difficult. But he really wanted to go home, so he gave it a try.

_______

First he imagined the beach where his village was — had always been. The farmland of the Axis Mundi gave way to a white sandy shore — his village was right above the shore, on some slightly raised land. Mostly they were fisherdoods. They fished, and then traded with the farmerdoods for other food and stuff. It was cool.

He lived in a small little dood house off to one side of the village. Actually, his house was quite unique because it was right below a giant EDEN. His ancestors had been super lazy (bless ’em) and hadn’t even wanted to build a 4th wall for their house, so they only built 3, and pushed them up against the EDEN for the 4th.

Since then, his family had — weirdly — had a lot of magically attuned doods in the family. Mages, Shamans, Summoners, Priests — you name it. He was the latest: a Shaman. And because he could do all sorts of magic, other doods came to find him. Sometimes for healing, sometimes for cursing another dood. But that was all very unchill. So he went fishing a lot. It was a good way to chill out.

He smiled as he thought about walking down the path from his cozy little cottage with his fishing rod off to his tiny boat by the water’s edge — and then he opened his eyes, and what do you know! He was there. And so was Lark.

The Elemental Lord of the Air took in the village with a glance and was done with it, eyes already roving further, seeing into the long distance. Voovoo could sense a shift of energy from his self-appointed master, a kind of…frustration. Knowing that a frustrated god was a god more likely to take out his frustration on nearby disciples, Voovoo acted fast.

“We made it! Awesome! Let’s go grab lunch, eh?”

Lark came out of his reverie. “Ah yes! Lunch it is then. Lead the way, Apostle Voovoo.”

Voovoo leading the way was made somewhat awkward by the fact that Lark took one step for every ten of his, meaning the god was always stopping and starting. Voovoo picked up his pace to a nervous trot.

They made it the EDEN-adjacent family cottage quickly enough. Lark looked down at the dood house. He wasn’t exactly going to fit. He could transform and make his whole body one with the wind, but that would make eating difficult. Shrinking was another option, but he was still a god, and he thought shrinking down to dood size set a bad example. Didn’t want doods starting to think they were in any sense equals, after all.

Voovoo, upon reaching his door, relaxed greatly. He pointed to a spot on a nearby hill overlooking both the farmland, the village, and the beach. “We’ll have a picnic! Mr. Lark — uh — oh Lord Lark of the Windy Air — you can just wait over there. I’ll bring lunch to you.”

“Thank you, Voovoo. Very kind of you,” said Lark magnanimously as he took a seat on the hillside. He had a good view of the farmlands from the hill, just as Voovoo had promised. Horticult — that was the God of Agriculture — was doing an excellent job of keeping the farmland very neat and tidy, as usual. He was fond of Horticult. Not a very political god. Kept to his own business.

Beyond the farmlands, just on the horizon, shining like a diamond in the sun, he could spy the White City. He grimaced. This little excursion was supposed to take his mind off of…those things. He hoped that no one had seen him. If Jubilee or Sorority saw him, they’d descend upon the little village like a cloud of flies and set up one of their insane parties. Then the whole gang would be there, Sparkle and Joy cleaning up, Linus with his squares, Fritz talking up his peace plans-

He turned his back on the city and nestled his body behind the hill rather than on top of it. That should be good. They probably couldn’t spot him from here. And if he hung on just a little longer, they would be starting the afternoon’s parties and be drunk enough that they wouldn’t notice anything much of anything.

It was then that Voovoo returned with the picnic lunch. Under one arm he had a small blanket, and under the other a basket out of which the aroma of cooked treats wafted towards Lark’s aquiline nose. He had also doffed a very tall and fancy hat, complete with colorful feathers.

“Here we are then Master Lark — uh — Mr. God, sir! So what we’ve got here is a basket of surf’n’turf, which is snappery-clawbies boiled up together with Dolk steak on the side. Seafood and meat! It doesn’t get better,” said Voovoo enthusiastically, his mouth practically dripping with saliva.

“Oh hey! Nice hat, Voovoo,” the God of Wind and Cloud commented politely.

“Thanks!” said Voovoo, plonking himself down on the blanket next to Lark. “It’s pretty cool. Handed down through the family. I wear it when I’m chilling to the max!”

The Shaman pulled out a couple of small plates and handed one up to Lark, who put it in the palm of his hand. Then he took out the surf’n’turf and tenderly passed it up as if it were a priceless treasure.

Lark took it and put it on his plate. He eyed it up. The snappery-clawby had been boiled bright red. The Dolk steak was a dark brown color. He could feel his stomach turning. He hadn’t eaten in a long time and this…dood food…it wasn’t up to his standards.

Down below, Voovoo was tucking in with gusto. “Oh yeah! Now this is the life, isn’t it lord? Good food, can take a nap after this, great stuff.”

“Um…yes, Voovoo, very nice indeed.” Lark looked down at his food again. He couldn’t help but notice the snappery-clawby still had its head. Its dead eyes stared blankly up at him, as if to say: “Why did I have to be cooked?”

And that was that. He couldn’t do it. Well, he could do it — he was a god, he could do anything he damn well pleased — but this did not please him one bit. Still, he didn’t want to disappoint his new Apostle. So he quickly waved his fingers, and the snappery-clawby and steak were carried away by the wind.

Over in the farmlands, this would result in a very surprised farmer dood being hit in the head by steak and snappery-clawby, a holy event that would come to be called “the miracle of raining dinner”. But neither Lark nor Voovoo would ever know anything about that

Instead, Lark fake chewed very exaggeratedly. “Oh my days, Voovoo, this is incredible! Love it, 10/10.”

“Really? Awesome! You know, I made this offering to the Sea Goddess all the time and she never took it. Do you want anymore?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t Voovoo, you know, gods like us, we get full very easily.”

Voovoo shrugged. “Suit yourself.” The dood continued to stuff himself silly. Lark, meanwhile, was content to look out over the ocean and listen to the sound of the waves. It reminded him of something…ah yes, back…well, back a long time ago. Protea and him had made music here. He had whipped up a storm and they had danced up and down on the waves, laughing…

He blinked and it was night. Next to him, Voovoo was gently snoring, his tall and colorful hat usefully covering his eyes. He nudged his chosen disciple. “Voovoo!”

Voovoo sat up at once and a purplish magic light surrounded him. “WHAT WHERE WHO WHY I’M READY-”

Lark surrounded the dood in a bubble of dispelling air. “Calm, young dood, calm.”

Voovoo blinked away the sleep from his eyes, pushing his hat back onto his head. “Oh. Hullo there, Lord Lark sir. Did you want….something?”

“Ah…I’m not sure, little dood.”

“Oh. Ok. Well we can sit here until you’re sure, I guess.”

“That’s a very doody idea, Voovoo. And a good one, too.”

They sat for awhile in silence, Voovoo yawning every now and then, and watched the night sky. The moon was out, and the sky twinkled with stars. Suddenly, one of those stars shot across the heavens.

“Wow!” said Voovoo, pointing. “That was cool!”

Lark grinned. “Shooting star, Voovoo! Make a wish.”

“Really? I can?”

“Why not? Sometimes it pays off to be a god’s apostle,” Lark said with a wink.

Voovoo thought for a minute. “Oh! I got it!”

He pointed at where the shooting star had flashed by. “I want to ride on a shooting star.”

Lark raised a cloudy eyebrow. “Now that is something. Where did you get that idea?”

Voovoo pointed at the sea. “Like you ride on a boat on the waves or lie on the clouds, wouldn’t it be cool to ride on a shooting star? I dunno, just seems neat.” Sometimes this happened to him — he just kind of went for something totally off the wall. Something cool.

“Well,” said Lark. He stood up and stretched. “I haven’t been orbit surfing in a long time. But today’s a day for anything!” He held out his hand to Voovoo. “Ready?”

Voovoo’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Yeah!” He took his god’s hand and they took off into the air, his village quickly receding into the distance.

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They were in Axis Mundi space. Lark flew with his hand clasped tightly around Voovoo, who was at once very excited and also potentially regretting his spur-of-the-moment decision. Maybe he should have wished for “a good night’s sleep” or “a very chill week.” Still, he had Lark to protect him. And the Elemental Lord of Wind was not to be trifled with. Everything was going to be fine.

Through the void they went, until Lark stopped in…well, it just looked like more space to Voovoo. He looked around. Nothing stood out to him as “you’re about to ride a shooting star.” There was a star in the near-ish distance. It was very bright. Was that what they were going to ride?

“Now then,” said Lark, anticipating Voovoo’s questions. “Since it’s your first time, we’ll hold hands for safety. The way it works is like this. A Planet will come along in the orbit of a Star. And we’re going to ride along behind the Planet, catching the gravity waves it leaves behind. Orbit surfing!”

“Woah!” said Voovoo. He had 100% no idea what any of that meant. But! He was here for it. “Let’s do it, dood! I mean uh — Let’s do it, my Lord!”

“Let’s do it!” agreed Lark. They waited. 5 minutes passed. 10. 30.

“Ummm…” said Voovoo, “when will we start?”

Lark tugged on a stand of hair. “Oh…sometime in the next 24 hours for sure.”

“24 hours?!” squeaked Voovoo. “But what about dinner? Lunch? Breakfast? Sleeping???”

“Relax, relax,” shushed Lark. “We can move closer to the Planet. Good gracious, I forgot how rushed you doods can be.”

Voovoo chose not to respond to that. The important thing was Lark was taking him closer to the Planet and they wouldn’t be stuck out here for a week. They arrived at another spot in space. And this time, Voovoo could see a Planet coming towards them.

It was beautiful: an orb of blue and green tinged with white at the top and bottom. If he had been enormous, he would have loved to have taken a bite out of it because it looked simply scrumptious.

“Get ready…” said Lark. The Zephyr God was tensing up, the pocket of air surrounding them beginning to spin in anticipation. Voovoo held on tight. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe they should just go back-

“NOW!” shouted Lark. And suddenly they were flying at top speeds in the wake of the Planet, riding the orbital waves. “WOOOOOOO!” screamed Lark joyfully, his divine being half robed in the shadow of the Planet and half in starlight.

Oh yes, this was what he had needed all along. A trip like this out into the stars, just him and the orbital waves, surfing along at top speed, his worries left behind.

Unfortunately, this was not the only thing left behind. Because while gods were made for orbital surfing, doods were not — a point that Lark had forgotten (or perhaps, chosen not to remember). Voovoo hung on for all of a minute. But then his hat started to slip off his head.

“Oh no! Not my chill hat!” he yelled, his words carried away by the astral wind. He tried to reach out a hand to grab it. And it was then that he lost his grip entirely.

“AHHHHhhhhhh!” he yelled as the force of the orbital waves shot him backwards, away from Lark, away from the Axis Mundi, and, ultimately, off into the godiverse.

The residual protection of the Elemental Lord of Air would keep him safe. But it would be a long time before Voovoo returned home to his little shack by the beach. A long, long time. He spun through the air screaming in fear, until he got tired, and then — fell asleep. He would wake up to a new world, and a new adventure. BUT. At least he had his chill hat!

Lark, meanwhile, finished his orbital surfing after a few turns of the star: maybe a week, all told, as the dood eats. “Very nice,” he said to himself. He felt utterly refreshed, and he simply adored how the starlight brought out the pure whiteness of his hair. Radiant!

Now he could return to the White City. And they would all say, “Look at Lark! How good he looks, where has he been?” He grinned to himself. Why, he even might even be able to convince the High Goddess to dance with him at Jubilee’s latest ball. And wouldn’t that be something…

And so he started his journey back to the Center of Creation. Then he paused, and looked back over his shoulder at the star he was leaving behind. Had he forgotten something? He couldn’t help but think that…

…nope, it wasn’t coming back to him. He shrugged. Oh well. It probably wasn’t important, in the grand scheme of things.

END

So what did you think of this week’s story? Lark! He’s a cool god, eh? Or maybe you think he’s too flippantly callous towards his just-for-the-day disciple. Got any questions about Orbital Odyssey? Tell us! We’ll help in a jiffy! Head on down to our Discord or @ us on Twitter. Socialize with us using media~

And as always, thanks for reading, godlings. We’ll see you next time.

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This post was updated on May 5th, 2023 with some additional clarifications on the Orbital Odyssey event.