Shadow wolves - Strange wolves said to be entirely blessed by Asivar. Shadow wolves move unheard and unseen through the night. With only their glowing eyes to follow. They are fast, dangerous and utterly devastating in an ambush. Shadow wolves fight in a shadepack, running through the woods for fresh kills. It is said that killing a shadow wolf is impossible with arrows.

@dragonmancer So you could say this RP has a small part of NRP , in it ?

Yup! Another Asivar but a vastly different one. Who wanted an evil god again? But this guy is, most certaintly, not nice.

Asivar, lord of bloodshed [+]

Asivar

Title: The Divine Huntsman, The Bloodsoaked One, Lord of Hunt, God of Battle
Domain: Bloodshed and the hunt

Powers: In his physical manifestation very few things can completely harm Asivar. With his thick suit of armor, strong bow, noble steed, and blood dripping blade he is more likely to mow you over than anything. With him, he can summon the predators or the strongest of the prey animals to lead his charge. Turning an attack by Asivar in a true pandemonium of animals and beasts that few civilizations can withstand for long. Thankfully this seldom happens. Mostly he will appear as a great champion, leading the local warriors to victory against all odds. Those near him, willing to fight, are infused with a strange vigor and bloodthirst. Suddenly nothing else matters than to bury their axe, sword, club or stone in the neck of the enemy and let the glorious red liquid feed the thirsty ground. He can grant hunters their wishes of straight arrows and true hits, taking down the animal they desire. But he is not only the patron saint of hunters and warriors but also of predators and prey. Sometimes he blesses creatures of the woods or plains. This makes them faster, stronger, sharper. These are tests for his true followers.

The general rule of Asivar's power is that he makes creatures stronger, better and faster. His own presence enhances this blessing.

Vulnerabilities: As a god fed by spilled blood. Peace will weaken him. If he walks ground that hasn't been fed with blood and bones for years he will start to feel thirsty and slow. His armor will start weighing tonnes and he might even take it off. This is the point when you should strike. Not with a blade, of course. But with chains. The lord of the hunt and battle hates nothing more than to be chained up and held behind bars. Weakening him further to the point that he slips into a coma.

Appearance:


Creations:
Valkeries - Beautiful human women, with white feathered wings but clad in heavy armor. They descend from the skies, their home upon a vicious battle. Valkyries are called by the cries and shouts of people fighting. A valkyrie will join the side of the least odds and fights with an inhuman viciousness. At the end of the battle they walk up towards the brave who died, enemy or not, and lift up their souls to bring before their lord. Valkyries have an incredible connection to Asivar and killing one after a battle a is a sure way to get yourself hunted to the end of the world. While not inherently magical, Valkyries have an innate resistance against all magic. As Asivar despises it. They often fight with shield and sword. Though some have known to come down wielding a massive axe or a spear.

Shadow wolves - Strange wolves said to be entirely blessed by Asivar. Shadow wolves move unheard and unseen through the night. With only their glowing eyes to follow. They are fast, dangerous and utterly devastating in an ambush. Shadow wolves fight in a shadepack, running through the woods for fresh kills. It is said that killing a shadow wolf is impossible with arrows.

Worshippers:

"Winter approaches, and a hunter spots a deer in the wild. For a week he has been living on berries and sleeping on leaves. Trying to find game to provide for his family in the time of cold. He knocks his arrow and prays that he may hit his mark. A boy stands on makeshift barricade. Over it, not so far stands an army. Screaming in their charge. He holds close to his sick father's pitchfork and prays. An assassin is perched on a rooftop. A simple task: kill him or be killed. He sees the cart of his target wander and prays. All of these people pray for the same one. They pray for survival, for success, to be better than what they are up against.

Hunters are the main bulk of worshippers of Asivar. The second largest group are warriors, either great who desire to hold on to their greatness or weaklings desiring greatness. Some assassins also pray for the bloodthirsty god so their blade may strike true. Finally, blood-crazed criminals like serial killers are sometimes found covered in symbols of their god.

Culture and religion:
There is no center of religion for Asivar. No great city or mighty place. But his shrines and temples are many. The Huntsman Lord has many small places of worship, at edges of the forests for the hunters to pray there. Still, a shrine is not required. Simply a whisper before you release your arrow is often enough to be heard. Should Asivar deem you worthy, he may grant you the wish. Many hunters, having prayed or not before their kill, often thank Asivar for the meat. A common offering in the Asivarian Religion is letting the blood from a creature drain and let it pour onto the ground of the kill. Among more civilized circles like in tribes or villages the huntsman lord is seldom mentioned, but in thought often thanked when a newborn babe is wrapped in new deerskin.

On a battlefield a warrior may pray for his survival, for might and should he prove worthy in his heart Asivar may grant it. Many warriors see him as their patron saint. But this can be dangerous from time to time. Warriors invigorated by Asivar's power often desire to feel that power again, and again. They summon the eyes of their god by soaking the ground with more and more blood. Turning them blood-crazed. These warriors are often inhumanly strong but have forsaken any form of humanity. They kill without remorse and slaughter with cheer. In the heat of battle they feel most at home. After a battle, most warriors make a makeshift totem of weapons and armor thanking the lord of battle for their survival.

Finally, those too blood-crazed but chained in a peaceful place go into a frenzy and start killing those around them. Serial Killers have been found with makeshift altars in their houses, praying for the eyes of their lord one more time.

From time to time though, Asivar calls his champions and warriors for a quest. Often to either slay a beast of his own making or to march against his sibbling's monsters.

It has been theorized by the wiser men that should too many blessed, bother hunter and warrior, unite at a certain point, the bloody crusade would know no bounds. It would be a devestating force that could only be defeated by slowing it down enough so the infighting will destroy the Bloody Crusade.

Region or locations:
Asivar as the Huntsman Lord's influence is the strongest near forests with lots of game but also predators. In the forest, every prayed whisper can be heard by him. Asivar's influence is widespread over the entire world. Wherever there is a battlefield, there is his power.

Personality
Asivar has a bloodlust unrivaled by anything and anyone. He wants nothing more than to see mortal blood be spilled and lives be taken. He is violent and temperamental. Though surprisingly he cares for creation. Especially when from creation massive empires span. But this is false interest. He cares nothing for the well-being of these realms. He simply knows that at some point they will descend into chaos and destruction. And then he can revel in it. The same goes for greedy hunters who kill too much game in forests. He sends his predators after them. There must be a balance at the end of everything. But to him, that does not mean there should be a constant balance. One extreme creates its opposite extreme and thus they lift each other up.

Opinions: to be added

Tales: to be added

@dragonmancer Here. Updated picture and tales will come later, again. Sorry about that.

Yigzavath [+]

Yigzavath the Pestilent

Invasive God of Parasites, The Creeping Terror, The Crawler, Filthmonger

Domains

Disease, insects, and the disgusting places they thrive within.

Powers

Yigzavath himself is a living seedbed of raw, organic matter, from which he molds all of his creations - horrible plagues and illnesses, grotesque parasites, all with varying effects on whomever they infect. Most of these things are only good for making people's’ lives miserable in some fashion, but a few of them could potentially wreak havoc upon the entire world if left alone to do so.

Vulnerabilities

It should be no surprise that any advance in medicine and healing magic presents a wrench in any of Yigzavath’s sordid plans. Fire, too, is less than adored by him and his creations. Lastly, the old adage, “cleanliness is next to godliness”, is often taken as a ward against his efforts, meaning the greater and cleaner cities often avoid them entirely.

Appearance

Yigzavath resembles a hulking figure wrapped in a dark orchid cloak, standing twice the height of most mortal beings. Upon his face rests a strange white mask made of an obscure material, with ports and holes carved in it to make way for his ten, spindly appendages, which he uses functionally as hands. Peeking out from behind and under his cloak seems to be the latter half of a giant centipede, complete with a thick shell and many legs.

Creations

Yigzavath is responsible for every fly hovering over a pile of refuse, every tick that bites someone’s scalp, and all other sorts of insectoid blights upon the world. He is also the originator of a great many diseases, which are carried amongst his many infinitessimal creatures. Other than the standard range of examples many know of, much stranger and more sinister works of his exist as well. Parasites that rob people of their ability to feel a certain emotion, deprive them of their senses, or even cause them to suffer from terrifying hallucinations. These and many more, Yigzavath has brought upon the world.

Worshipers, Religion, and Culture

Most would pray to a God or Goddess of healing to lift them of their ailments, which is definitely appropriate. Though a foolish few pray to Yigzavath in such scenarios, never mindful of the fact that to be granted his immunities, they must submit themselves entirely unto him. The Acolytes of Yigzavath are the only mortals who are either crazed, fearful, or just plain indoctrinated enough to serve such a horrendous deity. When he creates any sort of horrible illness or crawling abomination, the Acolytes are the ones who take them and unleash them upon whomever. Many who would see hardship done upon rival individuals or families are often given the perfect means to do so by Yigzavath’s own desire to spread death and decay.

Region or Location

Yigzavath is the sort of God with minimal influence, but still spread about in many small pockets around the world. In most cities, there can be found sects of Acolytes in the most dilapidated of grounds, communing with their God through whispering vermin and the like. Yigzavath himself physically resides within a trans-locatable cave known only as the Infested Workshop, where it is said thousands upon thousands of glass jars containing his creations rest on shelves of rocks covered in webs and dust. The Acolytes dream of it, and as their years of service linger on, the screaming of the jars’ contents grow quieter, and more terrifying all the same.

Personality

Yigzavath is the subject of many Gods’ ire, as they are to him for impeding his Acolytes’ work on constant occasions. Had he his way, the world over would be subject to his creations’ invasive wrath. He is meticulous, easily angered, and very analytical. He is not one to confront his siblings directly, but rather take his ire out on their favored mortals, the severity of his anger correlating to how long and severely he would see them suffer.

Opinions

Iuppiter

Yigzavath detests Iuppiter’s generally positive nature, contrary to most other Gods’ opinion of him. Though generally speaking, he is rarely the direct subject of his ire since the skies are of little importance to a deity of worldly filth.

Kilgarrah

Yigzavath despises fire more than he does dragons, as it is a simple but effective weapon against many of his insects. Though dragons are very resilient beings, and he has tried on more than one occasion to wreak some terrible blight upon them, to varying but often meager success.

Nahargu’ul

The God of the ocean has not done much to earn Yigzavath’s ire, though creating a waterborne disease has proven to be much of a hassle in the past, so he has mostly abstained from the practice. Still, Yigzavath has more often opted to stay on Nahargu’ul’s good side, on the rare occasion one of his Acolytes must find their way across the waters.

Nahash

When Yigzavath created parasites that could permanently distort a man’s sanity and warp their perception of the world, he cemented himself as one of Nahash’s least favored brethren. Likewise, Yigzavath holds her in contempt, and cares little if one of his diseases happens to strike her mortal plaything of the day.

Dormammus

Yigzavath holds genuine intrigue in what applications could be pursued if he and Dormammus were to cooperate. Though he doubts Dormammus holds the same thought, and even then, sorcerers have been a problem for him before.

Ha

All Yigzavath sees in Ha is another spout of fire to be irritated towards. He has annoyed the God of chivalry on some accounts as well though, having diminished or even altered the very definition of “chivalry” in some infected few.

Ashevelen

Ashevelen matters little to Yigzavath, though the two have annoyed each other in the past. Luck changing the direction of sway among his infected, often delaying their expirations, and thieves who stumbled in their line of work from bone decay and flaming lungs.

Asivar

Yigzavath has plagued many mortals in the past. The often slow, sad, and colorless deaths they experience in the end all represent the opposite of what the Divine Huntsman desires most. Yigzavath cares little for how much bloodshed he robs him of, however.

Tales