I am the man who arranges the blocks.
In the basement of the Old Asber Registration Office, there is a staircase. It is dark, and maintained by no one. Its stone-carved steps are worn from the thousands of footprints of those who discretely enter in worship. It stretches deep, far deeper than its age would suggest possible. At its bottom, a vast chamber with rough, cavernous walls is lit by braziers that burn eternally on unfortunate tears. Lining the walls are seven doors, each leading to a different altar.
- On the far left, a draft blows from under a shabby wooden door. The hall behind it is difficult to breathe, as it is filled with dust that will never settle, and smoke that will never clear. At its end, a bronze statue of Brownian atop his dust devil stands. He is the god of Chaotic Motion, of scattered dust and winds, of the wandering tribes and the swarm of bugs.
- On the far right, a gilded door stands in a white marble frame. Behind it, a sterile and opulent hallway leads to a golden statue of Devon, who greets her followers with open arms and a warm smile. She is the god of the Crowd, the Will of Her People, of Chance Encounters and Opportunities.
To the right of Brownian, a solid stone door hangs open at all times, for none have the strength to move it. Beyond its frame lies a solid stone statue of Strichnon, firing and dodging their own arrow at once. They are the god of accuracy and evasion.
- To the left of Devon, an iron door stands in a frame of shattered reinforced concrete. It opens and closes itself at variable frequency with variable force. Much blood has been spilled in the halls of Dril-Daw by those who sought fame over medical attention after his door nearly crushed their skulls. There is no statue of Dril-Daw beyond it, only a painting of Jack Nicholson, or maybe someone else. No one is entirely sure who it is of, or who replaced Dril-Daw's statue with it, but his worshipers in the Order of the Undying Meme approved wholeheartedly. Dril-Daw is the god of fame, attention, and terrible Memes that no one will ever shut up about.
- On the center-right and center-left are Myrreth and Lirrin's doors of an unknown green material. Their halls twist about through the hypersymmetric fabric of space before meeting in a common chamber. At the center, their patinated bronze statues stand with swords crossed over an overflowing well. The well appears to only be a few inches deep, but in reality it stretches below human comprehension. t has been nearly filled by a fortune in coin from around the world and across history, offerings from those who seek fortune for themselves, and ill for others. They are the gods of hax; Myrreth doles out punishment to those who do not share in her revelry at the misfortune of others, and Lirrin granting a boon to those who stay level-headed in times of trouble.
- In the very center there is no door. There is only a small circular hole, with a stool placed so that people of all heights may crawl in. Beyond its long stretching tunnel is the chamber of ARNGNTHULW. ARNGNTHULW's statue was destroyed long ago, in one of the many Great Flame Crises. ARNGNTHULW's form was unknowable then, breaking the consciousness of those who viewed ARNGNTHULW's statue; all that remains of it today are a pair of massive stone talons atop the many steps to ARNGNTHULW's altar. ARNGNTHULW is The Unforeseeable One.