There was a speil to go with this which i will copy pasta.

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Tepeu was amongst other Mayans no different. He was a man of little pride or greed, and did his duty in the foraging and scouting of the territory of his kingdom. By the moral standards of his society, he was good. Until the day he met a god. The god was dead, but it could be none other than a god, a being like man but not man, gigantic, encased in golden armor. In a mass of tentacles which sufficed for a hand 'it' lay silently. And so it was with many good men, that Tepeu's goodness was a function of his lack of power. In the simple mis handling of it, he pulled one of the metallic tentacled forms, causing the device to unleash a beam of light which turned fifty feet deep into the forest into ash. Though overcome by fear and terror he fled, it was not long before human curiosity, and the hunger to wield such power as his own, brought him back. He would tame this god weapon to his will, adorn it with the honored symbols of his people, and sacrifice many to satiate its any need.

At first he turned the weapon upon the enemies of his kin, and for this the weapon seemed pleased, producing a golden plate in thanks, which he adorned himself with. The weapon would do this on occasion, in moments of splendor and destruction, and by this Tepeu knew his cause was just. And so when he vaporised the armies of his homeland, who had grown fearful of his power, the many plates it produced was sure sign that he should be nothing less than the ruler of all lands, a god through the power granted him by a god.

And so unopposed he claimed the throne, and for a time, all was right. But Tepeu sensed that many of the people held a loyalty to other older gods above their loyalty to him, and so the temple of Quetzalcoatl ceased to be with but a few flashes of brilliant light. But the act was not without a price, for though the god weapon seemed pleased, and produced a plate, in places it glowed a fiery red, again and again, before going silent. Had the act displeased it... had Quetzalcoatl struck the lesser god weapon down, it is not known. But when the people came the tear their king apart, the god weapon remained silent, as Tepeu cried out in fear at how many things he no longer was, at what was sure to follow, the god weapon would not console him. And as the god weapon was laid down into the pit and buried atop the remaining shreds of its arrogant master, the people considered its silent an approval, that the god weapon would watch over the soul of the monster it has served, in silent remorse over the deeds in which is had been accomplice.