He'd always been one of the Pantheon's most powerful and respected Gods. He'd led kings to battle, and raised heros from ashes. He'd turned wars that seemed impossible, and create powerful leaders where there were none. Ledor was well regarded as a force to be reckoned with. While worship to the other Gods had dwindled, he'd never had the same issue.While the world developed and changed, favoring technology over magic and Gods. Countless clerics and disciples continue to worship him, even as the other divinities lose followers.

Ledor hadn't been needed in centuries, so up in his realm he remained until he was truly called upon. He'd noticed how faithful one of his devoted had become. How they'd linger and pray upon his likeness in the vast and terrible temple his devotees mained. This one drew his attention, and though he was a hardened warrior, he couldn't help the slight stir in his stomach as he watched them pray to him. The feelings new and unrecognizable to the God. He tuned in his hearing, focusing on what they pray for as he sits in his great throne in the heavens, gazing down at them. Maybe he'd grant them a boon.