[ WP ] You are a minor diety , recently ascended to Godhood and granted a small pocket dimension to shape as you see fit . Who are you ? How do you craft your home ?

Swordbow. Patron deity of creative destruction. He Who Reaches Both Near and Far. 
 
 These are monikers given to me after I became a god. I was originally an archer who won several skirmishes using his sidearm. My ascension came upon felling an awakened demon by the letter of the legendary law, but not the spirit; no one said I could n't use kamikaze squirrels, after all. Befitting my station, I was given a small pocket dimension by a quorum of the Pantheon. I used it as a canvas to express my divine portfolio. 
 
 The sky is always blue during the day, and the full moon always out during the night. My pocket dimension has what I call the Infinite Breezy Meadow, with emerald grass and hills as far as the eyes can see. It is not infinite, of course, and the closed space will loop back. In the'center' lies my maze fortress, lovingly called the Psychorena. Half of it is an actual castle, with hidden passageways and everyone not bolted down can be used as a weapon. However, it can be difficult to tell where the architecture ends and nature begins. Taking cues from the elves, I've blended the two. What would normally be a hall nexus would instead be a clearing. Groves are fed by brooks which, if someone were to turn into a fish or otter, lead to hidden treasure rooms and armories, and allow access to the fortress in ways that the hallways do not. 
 
 After all, what kind of battle god would I be if I privileged only knights in full armor? Rogues and clever animagi need love too. 
 
 People with longstanding grudges can put down artifacts and gold as collateral, and fight it out in my domain. I have found that death can make people cautious, but a `` no pain'' rule also encourages recklessness that suppresses creativity. While death is n't permanent unless they want it to be, I've certainly amped up the pain quotient to keep things interesting. The Prime Material Plane seems to privilege mages who wield fire and lightning, as well as heroes with enchanted weapons. Again, I am the Patron Deity of Creative Destruction. Such tactical convergence and complacency are ill-suited to my playground. 
 
 I also allow for spectators, who enjoy the floating grove fruits that I cultivate, as well as the entertainment. Why, last week there was one very interesting battle. One animagus turned an archer into an oyster, then turned into an otter and ferreted them both through the waterways into the treasure room. Stumbling upon the rare Blast Arrows, they then waited until the mercs were directly above them before exploding everything down to the Bottomless Chasm, and sending the mercenaries to their doom. 
 
 Had it not been for the animagus turning into a giant spider, both of them would've died. This tactic was certainly only possible due to their combined skills and daring. Exquisite! They went home rich that day, while the knights spent a week in my Trap Labyrinth until they developed a better danger sense. 
 
 Would you like to try your luck?
