Fortune's Realm

Fortuna smiled to himself, as he watched the dice float across the desk before him. The God was watching as a warrior struggled against bandits that outnumbered him greatly. The man was almost certain to die, and he thought this was amusing enough to play with on its own. He ignored the smoke and noise rising from below him, as his realm was a den of the numerous faces of Fortune. Gambling, pit fighting, betting, the mortal conceptions on the most likely sources of luck being represented were there. Ghosts of warriors who had taken fortune in vein and flaunted it were here, those that had not passed Death's test, and forced to fight for the rest of their spiritual terms. Likewise, notable mortal gamblers and con men were free to come and go as they pleased, some lived here rather than remain in the burning hells, while some commuted between here and the Heavens where the noble mortal souls resided. The actions of the room were all much more excited than usual, and for one reason. Fortuna was playing with the luck and fortunes of mortals again, though he did keep it to a limited state more often then not. This very almost certainty made him interested in watching, as his very gaze would alter the way the way fortune flowed in this battle.

Death was one of the few things he dare not interfere with once the mortal was dying, though whether they would die or not, unless ordained otherwise, was always the likelihood of a series of events cascading in such an order that the mortal would die could occur, or could not. If the warrior was mortally wounded, he would leave it to its fate. He didn't because the chance could always work against him. Even barred from fighting one another, it could cause issues if he had to work with her. But it seemed the warrior had dispatched his assailant's, and he noted the small tweak he did whenever a mortal he was observing somehow thanked Fortune's graces. He smirked at that, rising and turning away from the table, that show being over.

Walking through his realm, his coat billowing behind him as he slipped by the various games and shows going on, nodding to those whom frequented the realm of Fortune to test the very thing that they had lived and died by. Slipping up a flight of stairs, he closed the door, setting himself down, observing the vast actions, all linked to him, within this realm. The roar of outright chance games had died down to its usual mutterings, Fortuna's game being finished.

His gaze flew over the games, skewing the very reality that some gamblers had set up to be unable to loose, and they would know who had looked over there game and decided to utterly skew matters. Or hadn't, and it merely occurred, he never did play his own game straight. That was the function he had, not ever playing in a predictable or normal manner, something someone could, guessed right, get lucky to figure out before the winning move was made.

He scattered some cards on the desk, forming another gateway that he could observe the mortal realm through, this time casting his gaze across wide areas, instead of watching but one mortal being. What he was supposed to do, in essence. He looked at the way fortune flowed and ebbed in areas, finding slums in cities devoid of fortune's graces, while the richest districts held them in plenty. Nexus points existed where fortune was a matter of chance, mainly bars and dens of gambling, something that supported the fact Fortuna had a sense of humor, of sorts.

It flowed like rivers, dots of varying brightness showing who was still high on their passive reserves, and who had burned through them again. The occasional pure dead spot was seen, places where mortals tried to organize worship of the God of Fortune. That irked him more than some would think, and he was quick to strike them down and leave the spot dead of fortune for many, many years. Mortals seemed to get the point that trying to officially worship him didn't work, but he was always there, working his own little games.

Nothing seemed out of place, though certain flares he would have to look into. Fortune seemed to be acting up again, and as its representative to the other God beings and mortals, he had to keep an eye on the reserves and their moods. It was a benefit to him, as well as the other beings and mortals. So he shifted his gaze, looking at something only Fortuna could look at and understand its actions.

Fortune, in its pure form, and the twisting and spinning nether threatened to swallow even a God such as Fortuna if he gazed without purpose for too long. So he looked for what was causing such a shift in the fortunes, and raised an eyebrow at the answer he got before dismissing the view. So, that was what was stirring up Fortune? He smiled, leaning back into his chair, this would be the most fun he has had in a long time. Besides that, he shrugged, he needed a good game to deal with!