The great god Wannashowa opened his eyes, this surprised him because a. he was pretty sure he didn’t exist prior to this. b. Gods aren’t noted for their tangiability, or existence on the mortal realm, and c. even if they were they didn’t usually choose to manifest in a bloody pond.

Several ducks eyed him suspiciously as he flailed towards shore in a manner most unbefitting of gods. That did it he was calling in tech support as soon as he was back on dry land.

Soon enough he was back on dry ish land, and reached to snap his fin....... wait, he didn’t have fingers, just long stumpy green toe like things. What the bloody hell was going on? He tried calling out vocally, but for some reason “Angel get your arse out here, don’t make me come up there or I’ll smite you one, you see if I don’t,” came out as “Ribbit”.

So plan b was out, eventually he managed a clap. (Try it with flippery foot things sometime, it takes a lot of work.) He was greeted by a tired sounding sigh from behind him. “Oh Gods........ saving your presence of course your holiness, just this is going to result in so much paperwork you wouldn’t believe it.”

Looking behind Wannashowa's eyes beheld an angel. Well sort of, it’s hard to do much of the actual beholding when the angel in question is 3 apples tall, a bit grey up top, and looks like the kind of individual who gets asked to leave the international accountants symposium’s monotone voice competition for boring his rivals to sleep. Still any angel is better than none, and right now Wannashowa needed answers.

“Care to explain the situation?” Wannashowa asked trying to fold his arms and tap his foot impatiently. (Of course failing spectacularly because as Mibbet already understood frogs were not exactly of the bipedal persuasion.)

The Angel reached into his robes pulling out a headache tablet and a glass of water, he hadn’t dealt with a misfile this bad since a gods low opinion of a town he was smiting (he literally said and sod em) had led to an accidental dual smite on the next town over.

“Put simply you were invoked, as such under column 9 section b of the deities and divinities manual this entitles you to a form. However, there were..... complications.”

“Complications” Wannashowa replied, somehow managing to convey with here words that calling this mere complications was like calling the demon god a bit naughty at times.

“It can’t be helped” The Angel sighed “Technically your invoker was a frog due to some filing complications, but they were also a sentient humanoid entity, so here we are.”

“HOW IN THE NAME OF ME IS A FROG A HUMANOID? IT WAS BLOODY WIZARDS WASN’T IT? IT’S ALWAYS BLOODY WIZARDS.”

“Not in this case Sir, it would appear in this case the cause of the Sqwoomph was a witch. Usually it would be a simple matter to rectify, but apparently the resultant feedback turned her into a fly. A fly we do not as of yet have in our possession Your Holiness.”

“So does this mess have an undo option that doesn’t involve my ceasing to exist once more?”

“Oh that’s easy, all you need to do is fulfil the purpose for which you were invoked, it’s all written down in the union rulebook. You do have power over the elements, and according to the paperwork the cause of your invocation was to rectify a drought.”

“So I just use my magic, and make it rain, and then it’s all over and I can ascend, or whatever, and go on existing?” Wannashowa asked hopefully.

“Well technically speaking that would do it Your Holiness, and to all intents and purposes as you are filed in the categorisation of a GREAT god it should be simple. But there is a teeny, tiny, insignificant complication. More of a snag really, but it may delay your ascension by a small margin.”

“Another Complication? I wait with bated breath to hear what it could be this time.” Snarked Wannashowa.

“Well actually it may be two, the primary difficulty would be your worshippers”

“my worshippers? What’s wrong with my worshippers”

“well for starters I should have said WorshipER, whether they are a worshipper, or two worshippers is currently debatable, two souls one body, It gets complicated. But for filing purposes you are recorded as having a single worshipper.”

“and the second Complication?”

“Ummm that’s where it gets tricky you see Your Holiness, you are filed as a god of frogs, and frogs, as you may be aware aren’t really the most pious of creatures. Beyond the occasional oh god please don’t let it eat me they really don't do much actual praying. You are lucky on that front, your sole worshipper is a bit more intelligent than your average frog. As a result we could file her as your High Priestess.”

“So let me get this straight to get out of here I have to make it rain across an entire kingdom, while being worshipped by a frog, who may, or may not be a human. Or in some way fix this drought with a worshipper pool of one. Who may or may not be my High Priestess at the same time as being my sole worshipper. After which I can ascend and become a god of frogs, who by the way do not believe in gods. I have to do all this while holding the power to control rain, but only at a level in line with my divinity, which at this point in time is barely enough to dampen a bathroom sponge? Is that it?”

“That’s about the sum of it Your Holiness.”

“Could I ask another god for assistance?”

“No union God would touch this job.”

“How about the non union deities, could they do it?”

“Oh there are no non union deities Sir, we make damn sure of that.”

Something about the way that was said made Wannashowa think twice, as thunder rolled. The word Scab somehow manifested in his head alongside some rather clear suggestions as to the opinions on scabbing from the other Deities. (How the hell they found out he’d never know, but he had no desire to find out if the more creative punishments were even possible for the eldritch.) So he quickly abandoned that plan.Besides there were standards to uphold.

Lo the Great God Wannashowa spake unto his angel this message. “You got any more of those headache tablets?"