When the cold came, I was imbued with power. It was a terrible power, a curse as much as a blessing, as it thundered in my veins, as my body was in part remade as I was cast into a dying and freezing world. And not on the ground either, even as it was promised that I would survive... and like an idiot, when presented with the options from Godbound of all places, I went with Undying. Which meant, as I pulled myself out of the pit? Good news. I could technically survive orbital rentry! Bad news, that was because it did not meet my ,kill conditions and being burnt and spread out over the rocks hurts.

But, I looked around, checking over just where I landed. All in all, it seemed to be a basin, a flat expanse with some snow and ice covered trees in the distance, along with what seemed to be cliff walls in all directions. But what was the greatest clue to my location? The massive ruins of a steam generator, rusted and ravaged. A dead thing, quiet and still... and yet that told me all that I needed to know about what world I was on, as I quickly made a seat, to just think on things.

All said and done, I likely sat, thinking on my possible fates for an hour or two. It was ironic in a sense. A few hours ago, I would have frozen to death, wasted away due to exposure. But with a Body of Iron Will? There were perks to being able to ignore environmental hazards. But, and this was the annoying thing, I had to take what was needed for survival, but I could not get everything. But, between the gift points and being allowed to use the fact that as a Godbound I could get lot magic via facts?

Sure, the spells were, ironically, going to be the least potent of my abilities, but I would have options. Of course, the thing was... well, I looked around, as frankly I needed to get some work done before anyone showed up. Because the alternative was that nobody would be showing up, that I would be all alone... or that I needed to venture out into the frozen wilds to drag some people back into the shelters I would be forming. Yeah, time to put the Ten Thousand Tools gift to work.

The Captain

It was, by the grace of God, a miracle they had done as well as they had on their trek north. Oh, in many ways it was a disaster, with their supplies nearing the breaking point, in many cases running out. But, this entire venture was a last, desperate gamble to cling to life, to make it to a place where life could hopefully exist. By using what maps they had, an old sea compass and no small amount of prayer, they had made it from the coast with only two sleds having been lost to the ice.

It was a cruel thing to think it so, and yet the shameful truth was that everyone mourned for the lost food and clothing more than the people who were lost. Himself included. But, it was not in vain, the sacrifices were not for nothing, as he looked back over the citizens, a sprinkling of his loyal lads among them. "Well then, there it is, the generator." He smiled, and for the first time in weeks, it was not feigned, not a ploy to keep the people in good spirits and to avoid dashing the hope from the eyes of the children.

"I will not lie to you. We still have to make it down, though there is, as you can see, remains of a lift, and there will be hard work in the future, as we go about building a new home. But, it will be a home, not merely a place to survive. I have not forgotten my promise, my good men and women! While, as you can see, it may take some time, each family will have their own home, a place to raise your children, to secure the future. Still, if I could have your forbearance, to postpone the countdown to the formation of the City Council until we have activated the generator and secured its continued operation."

Most of them did not seem to care, and he did not blame them, even as others eyes narrowed. "Because my good people, the city, the people, must survive."

Something that resonated, even as they began operations, as they lowered the sleds and their cargo of supplies into the vale, as they followed soon after, the caravan making its way to the center, before a scout approached him. "Sir, some sort of building on the west side, snows clear in front."

His tone was nervous, and truth be told? This could be... complicated. On the one hand, that there was someone here meant that there was a chance of plans being knocked off course. On the other hand, another survivor would be great news and good for morale... and more importantly, they could have supplies. Something akin to shame ran inside of him at the thought, quickly suppressed by the fact that there were hungry children, gaunt eyed and cold. So, he nodded, resolve firming his spine, as this needed to be done. "Well then, shall we have a look?"

All said and done, said house, which seemed to be partially buried in the earth, its roof made of interlocked branches and snow, only some streams of smoke coming from an odd sort of cap at the top giving it away as inhabited. That, and the area right in front of it was swept clean of snow. Yet, there was something odd. And not just that this was sized for someone of great size, some sort of giant. As he knocked, there was a sudden curse from inside, the thump of someone rolling out of bed, and then... the ground did not shake, even as the door opened and they looked on something...

The man was half again as tall as they were, and seemed to have skin of rock and metal, even as the large figure blinked. "So, you lot are finally here. I've kept the generator in decent shape, should be ready to be turned on as soon as you get some coal into it. I'm willing to help out, but..." The figure snorted, sounding for all the world like a boar, or perhaps a bear. "I'm not really a overly social sort of person, and I can admit to not doing so well with authority."

The more it talked, the more it came obvious that this was not human, that this was something outside of our understanding, much as the whole world going mad and freezing had been. But, stiff upper lip and all that, for as captain... "And as I finally got my first batch of barley beer done in the still, I'm willing to share if it means being a good neighbour."

There was something important there. "You have barley?" Or rather, the means to grow it, which would mean...

The creature looked at them. "Tell you what. Mark out where you'd like them, and I'll make you a pair of greenhouses. Course, we'll need to talk business if you want a full on aquaponics set up for them, because for some reason I don't think you lot have some talapia or other tank ready fish on you."

Truth be told, even if someone had warned us the dangers of trolls? At that moment, it had been far too good an offer to even think of passing up, as mortal and demi-god shook hands.

Authors Notes

So, a Godbound characters ends up in Frostpunk, Endless Mode (Builder), The Flats.

Words are Artifice, Command and Endurance

Gifts are; Ten Thousand Tools, Bearer of the Scarlet Crown, Body of Iron Will, Undying.

Basically, he can do the work of 1000 people per level per day for item crafting, gets dominion per month with rulership requirements (plan is to be Cult Leader/Figure), has a body immune to environmental effects and is as tough as iron, and requires gift/divine backing to actually kill off.

Also, due to how facts work and an interest in various mystical litirature he casts as a D&D 2e Wizard and Priest of twice his level.

The plan is to more or less steer it into a mix of Order and Faith, while subverting and controlling the city via said faith.