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Morsay commands control over the fate of the dead and un-dead. It is he, Morsay, who controls the tidings of the infinite souls that roam his territory - and it is he who decides whom may live again under his control as a peon. Thorough he is, when he spits the ashes of his dusty dominion for the bones of the fallen, but mistake him not - when he brings un-death to the bones of the ill-fortuned and deceased, it is not the creation of life - that honour goes to which ever god has the power of life - it is merely the animation of a faltering, sickly body with the willing or unwilling soul.

Though, few his skills and powers may be, he is a God of grave importance. Without Morsay of Death and Undeath, there would be none to stem the flow of the deceased, and the mortal plane would fill itself with the wandering bodies of those who died and had no place to go to - a fate far worse than living under Morsay's control. With none to retrieve the souls, to harbour them in his infinite domain of ash and dust, where would they go, after all? Indeed, even a God with a skillset as small as Morsay can prove to be among the most important. Without him, the Mortal plane would be flooded with pestilence, death, and the undead would rule the world, spreading their filth.

Nary does the traveler know that Morsay also controls plague and disease - when a man falls dead of illness, it is Morsay's doing, as he had determined this man had needed to die. When plague swoops the land, it is Morsay's hand pushing the cloud of illness forwards, uprooting the weak and infirm from their homes to take their place in his domain. Fear not the plague, fear not the illness - fear Morsay, claiming his due souls for his realm.

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Morsay was among the first Gods, as when life was created, so was death - the two must exist in unison, so Morsay existed in unison with the God who created life. Morsay was not one to combine forces with the other Gods, and for the longest time he excluded himself from the others, living in his infinite domain, burrowing the ashes for the remains and souls of those who had perished. Although the people live in harmony, there were still those who died, and found themselves trapped in the ashes, their souls wandering his lands, as they stretched far and wide.

Although the other gods still wandered the Earth at this time, Morsay was not among them, choosing not to spend his time on Earth but in his own domain. As time inched onwards, his reasons became clear - and the more time passed, the more dead would arrive at his domain. It was at that time that he made the first Undead - a saint of sorts among followers of Morsay, named 'Mortam Cristophar,' who returned to the earth in his undead form to become a champion of Morsay. Mortam Cristophar was under Morsay's control and did his bidding in exchange for power and guidance, and so, when the war between the Forsaken and the other Gods began, it was not Morsay that fought, it was Mortam Cristophar who joined the legions of combatants.



But, Morsay is no fool. He knew that the conflict would cause more and more deaths to occur, which would increase his power, filling his domain with more bones, skulls, and above all, more souls. Pondering for years on end, while the conflict raged on, he finally concluded and created a grand structure of bone and hide, and combined the souls of a hundred foul beasts - orc, ogre, troll, beast alike - and forced them into this grotesque being, the likes of which had not been seen before.

He said to this creation, "go, go to the mortal plane, and fight for the Forsaken - listen to his command, but remain my beast, so I say it, so it will be," and so the beast did, and returned to the mortal plane with help of Morsay, and he fought for the Forsaken and killed many enemies, so that the number of souls in Morsay's realm grew larger and larger.

When the Gods asked him why he had supported the Forsaken, Morsay had not answered them, merely secluding himself in his realm. Though it angered the Gods greatly, they also acknowledged the presence of his champion and Mortam, Cristophar, and they could say little of Morsay's actions, only chastise him for his support of both sides.

When the creations Morsay had created finally met, the hideous creature and Mortam Cristophar, they exchanged blows, but neither of the two perished, and they were equally matche - a testament to the skill Cristophar had possessed on his own, for his maker had created both him and his enemy, and not even the souls of ten impure creatures could kill him. It was during that time that the great breakthrough in the war occurred, and so the creature returned to the Forsaken to aid him, but it was then that Morsay finally appeared before the creature, finally showing himself to the other gods, as well as the Forsaken, and the hordes of people that fought on either side.

In the confusion of battle, it would be hard to make out, but Morsay did grab the beast by the head, and swung it left to right to bring it back under his control. When the beast had remembered his origins, it was then that it realized who Morsay was, and so he followed his command. "I, Morsay, command you, turn against the legions of the Forsaken and aid your master, which is now Mortam Cristophar," an so the beast did. Alongside Mortam Cristophar, the hideous beast and it's new master joined the battle once again, and found themselves fighting the followers of the Forsaken, providing a boon in this battle.

They had both served their purpose, and Morsay relinquished them from their duties, granting them eternal life and power in his domain.

In the following eons, Morsay would be seen little, and heard from even less. His devout followers continue to worship him, his presence indubitably there. But his champions became less frequent as well, and there were only ever one or two people marked by him at any given time - more commonly, beings that were still alive would be marked with undeath by him, causing them to rot and lose parts of their skin, showing their bones and marking them as his champion and servant.

The amount of choice he has in his own realm for champions has spoiled him, however, and he would not be satisfied with just any champion, only the best, since there are countless legendary warriors to choose from among his souls in his realm.

Iustitia was not the first, nor the last to appear among the pantheon of the gods. Quiet and soft spoken, she was easily forgettable by the other gods, who were busy with their own goals. She wandered the world for many years, and being a god of justice, applied it wherever she could, punishing criminals, and teaching the various races of the world between right and wrong.

Iustitia eventually came across a race known as the humans, who were weak and fragile. Cold, shivering, weak, and frightened, they were easy prey for any other race in the new world. By the time Iustitia had found humanity, they were nearly extinct, scattered across the land. She wept for them, as their chances of survival seemed grim, and soon decided to turn the cruel wheels of fate in another direction.

Iustitia appeared before them as a human female, and began to help the scattered humans form societies. She became their defacto leader for a while, teaching them agriculture and city architecture. No longer did humans have to venture out into dangerous areas to obtain food, as they now had a agricultural surplus. Large stone city walls ensured they were able to sleep without worrying about raiders.

She then taught them how to mine for metals, so that they could eventually forge superior weapons. Humanity's stone and wooden weaponry began to be replaced with forged steel. For the first time, humanity was no longer simply getting by, they were now thriving.

This, of course, angered Fortuna, the god of chance, but Iustitia could care less about that diety's policy of non-intervention.

One of Iustitia's most famous actions also occurred around this time. Ianos, the god of chaos, attempted to destroy the budding world with Arabos, a moon that was used for her own worship. She used her famous spear, Iudicium, to destroy most of the moon before it collided with the earth. The resulting meteor storm killed many, but the races would be able to lick their wounds and rebuild. The shattered remains of Arabos orbit around the world, still an important part of Iustitia's worship. The moon shards that fell to the earth became religious relics as well, albeit mostly only symbolically, with no real power.

Iustitia also attempted to teach the humans about justice and order. All living beings deserved justice, and with justice brought order and peace. However, the majority of humanity did not agree with her completely. They saw little reason to forgive the other races that had once preyed on them with impunity. To Iustitia's shock, humankind went on a crusade against any race they believed had wronged them.

Iustitia was at first unable to stop humankind from slaughtering many innocent individuals who only committed the crime of not being human. But humanity soon grew wary of the various wars they started, and finally decided to listen to reason. Iustitia no longer knew how to feel about helping humankind. On one hand, humankind was a feeble race that required her help. As a god of order and justice, she could not have just stood by and watched them die out. On the other hand, Iustitia had unleashed a race who did not seem to care about her ideals and morals.

When the War between gods broke out, Iustitia helped fight against the gods who attempted to gain ultimate power. She convinced humankind to follow her in battle, promising the humans they would be fighting for righteousness. The humans could not ignore their savior, and heeded her call to arms.

Of course, Iustitia angered Fortuna. Fortuna confronted Iustitia, but Iustitia told Fortuna she had to intervene in the name of justice. Of course, Fortuna disagreed and they were at an ultimatum, and eventually it came to blows. With Fortuna unable to use her powers of the weather against Iustitia, Iustitia was able to pierce Fortuna's hide with her spear, shattering Fortuna's physical form into several pieces.

Fortuna's shattered body led to the development of gold deposits in the world. All races, including humans, found this new metal, and were immediately transfixed by them. This led to the birth of currency, gold currency. This also meant greed became much more common, leading to more chaos, a fact Iustitia regrets.

It would not be her only regret, as many of the humans she cared so much for died in droves. As most of the battle ready men died in combat, parents began giving up their children for the war effort, influenced by their zeal for their god. This of course meant many teenagers were sent to their deaths before the war ended.

This time she only had herself to blame for the chaos, for the loss of balance. Iustitia dragged humanity into her war, and they paid dearly for it. As a result, Iustitia soon informed humanity that she was departing from this world to dwell on her actions, becoming one of the first gods to disappear from the physical plane. To this day she rarely communicates with humankind, leaving some to wonder if she had ever existed at all.

Name: Catalan Vibria
Appearance:

Domains: Rules all reptilian races and species, holds limited domain over poisons and lightning, has a good hold of power itself.

Skills:

• Pure Power: Power itself is loosely defined but most confer it to be physical power such as endurance, speed, and strength.
• Impure Wind: Her breath is so poisonous that whatever it touches melts into an acidic sludge. The smell alone tends to send lesser beings into unconsciousness.
• Reptilian Control: She can control all reptiles regardless of its sentience. This is subconscious, and most times unwelcome. But it's a part of who she is.

Race: Elder Dragon
A brief history: Catalan doesn't remember if she was one of the first deities to exist, or one of the last. She just remembers existing and watching. Always watching. Rarely would she emerge from her lair to interact with the world, and when she did things were bound to change. Mere movements from her tended to shift mountains, make the tides rise up and crash against the shores, and valleys to form behind her. The few to worship this hulking goddess were the reclusive reptilian species, admiring her power. Whether it was just her power or her ability to change landscapes by merely moving through them she didn't really know. Each being gave a different answer to that question, and so she stopped asking it.

She really wasn't one of action, more of a calm observer. Watching the world throughout the ages as races climbed to the top then tumbled down to the bottom. The rushing nature of mortals amused her, they all had so little time to cram as much knowledge and power in as they possibly could before they expired. Her people, for the considered the reptile folk to be hers, were oddly long lived for mortals. Lasting hundreds of years before finally meeting the god of death. Their long life intrigued her so she gave the race a boon. Some in each species would inherit her breath and an aspect of her power. It would be truly rare for someone to take on multiple aspects of power, but it happened from time to time.

With her boons given to her chosen people she withdrew from the world to observe once more. Few would know when this massive goddess would emerge to change the landscape with her presence again, or to possibly give further boons to those she likes.

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Morsay commands control over the fate of the dead and un-dead. It is he, Morsay, who controls the tidings of the infinite souls that roam his territory - and it is he who decides whom may live again under his control as a peon. Thorough he is, when he spits the ashes of his dusty dominion for the bones of the fallen, but mistake him not - when he brings un-death to the bones of the ill-fortuned and deceased, it is not the creation of life - that honour goes to which ever god has the power of life - it is merely the animation of a faltering, sickly body with the willing or unwilling soul.

Though, few his skills and powers may be, he is a God of grave importance. Without Morsay of Death and Undeath, there would be none to stem the flow of the deceased, and the mortal plane would fill itself with the wandering bodies of those who died and had no place to go to - a fate far worse than living under Morsay's control. With none to retrieve the souls, to harbour them in his infinite domain of ash and dust, where would they go, after all? Indeed, even a God with a skillset as small as Morsay can prove to be among the most important. Without him, the Mortal plane would be flooded with pestilence, death, and the undead would rule the world, spreading their filth.

Nary does the traveler know that Morsay also controls plague and disease - when a man falls dead of illness, it is Morsay's doing, as he had determined this man had needed to die. When plague swoops the land, it is Morsay's hand pushing the cloud of illness forwards, uprooting the weak and infirm from their homes to take their place in his domain. Fear not the plague, fear not the illness - fear Morsay, claiming his due souls for his realm.

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Morsay was among the first Gods, as when life was created, so was death - the two must exist in unison, so Morsay existed in unison with the God who created life. Morsay was not one to combine forces with the other Gods, and for the longest time he excluded himself from the others, living in his infinite domain, burrowing the ashes for the remains and souls of those who had perished. Although the people live in harmony, there were still those who died, and found themselves trapped in the ashes, their souls wandering his lands, as they stretched far and wide.

Although the other gods still wandered the Earth at this time, Morsay was not among them, choosing not to spend his time on Earth but in his own domain. As time inched onwards, his reasons became clear - and the more time passed, the more dead would arrive at his domain. It was at that time that he made the first Undead - a saint of sorts among followers of Morsay, named 'Mortam Cristophar,' who returned to the earth in his undead form to become a champion of Morsay. Mortam Cristophar was under Morsay's control and did his bidding in exchange for power and guidance, and so, when the war between the Forsaken and the other Gods began, it was not Morsay that fought, it was Mortam Cristophar who joined the legions of combatants.



But, Morsay is no fool. He knew that the conflict would cause more and more deaths to occur, which would increase his power, filling his domain with more bones, skulls, and above all, more souls. Pondering for years on end, while the conflict raged on, he finally concluded and created a grand structure of bone and hide, and combined the souls of a hundred foul beasts - orc, ogre, troll, beast alike - and forced them into this grotesque being, the likes of which had not been seen before.

He said to this creation, "go, go to the mortal plane, and fight for the Forsaken - listen to his command, but remain my beast, so I say it, so it will be," and so the beast did, and returned to the mortal plane with help of Morsay, and he fought for the Forsaken and killed many enemies, so that the number of souls in Morsay's realm grew larger and larger.

When the Gods asked him why he had supported the Forsaken, Morsay had not answered them, merely secluding himself in his realm. Though it angered the Gods greatly, they also acknowledged the presence of his champion and Mortam, Cristophar, and they could say little of Morsay's actions, only chastise him for his support of both sides.

When the creations Morsay had created finally met, the hideous creature and Mortam Cristophar, they exchanged blows, but neither of the two perished, and they were equally matche - a testament to the skill Cristophar had possessed on his own, for his maker had created both him and his enemy, and not even the souls of ten impure creatures could kill him. It was during that time that the great breakthrough in the war occurred, and so the creature returned to the Forsaken to aid him, but it was then that Morsay finally appeared before the creature, finally showing himself to the other gods, as well as the Forsaken, and the hordes of people that fought on either side.

In the confusion of battle, it would be hard to make out, but Morsay did grab the beast by the head, and swung it left to right to bring it back under his control. When the beast had remembered his origins, it was then that it realized who Morsay was, and so he followed his command. "I, Morsay, command you, turn against the legions of the Forsaken and aid your master, which is now Mortam Cristophar," an so the beast did. Alongside Mortam Cristophar, the hideous beast and it's new master joined the battle once again, and found themselves fighting the followers of the Forsaken, providing a boon in this battle.

They had both served their purpose, and Morsay relinquished them from their duties, granting them eternal life and power in his domain.

In the following eons, Morsay would be seen little, and heard from even less. His devout followers continue to worship him, his presence indubitably there. But his champions became less frequent as well, and there were only ever one or two people marked by him at any given time - more commonly, beings that were still alive would be marked with undeath by him, causing them to rot and lose parts of their skin, showing their bones and marking them as his champion and servant.

The amount of choice he has in his own realm for champions has spoiled him, however, and he would not be satisfied with just any champion, only the best, since there are countless legendary warriors to choose from among his souls in his realm.

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Coran Ielan, known simply under his moniker Coran the dead by those in his province, is a man blessed with undeath, despite being alive still. Although Morsay is more than capable of creating undead from the legions of bones and souls in his realm, it is also the case that undead that are still technically alive possess more life-lust and power, making them more suitable candidates for championship. He appears to be around the 34 year old mark, though given his state of semi-undeath, that might be as good a guess as 200 years old. However, he is clearly human - or used to be, at any rate.

Rot and plague covers his body, but he doesn't seem to mind, even referring to it as a blessing at times. His bones shine through in his forearms and parts of his legs, displaying his sickening predisposition, and it is slightly lucky that he wears armor most of the time to shield those around him from his hideous visage. Never the less, the smell he produces is definitely not nice, and reminds those around him of death, plague, disease and illness.

This rot and plague that covers him is the sign of Morsay, and it marks him out as a blessed man of Morsay too, as there are few that have such a mark. Despite the illness that covers him it seems he has maintained his virility, never complaining about it, even though he does feel the pain of illness eating his body. That's about all it causes - pain - because it seems there are no lasting negative effects of the body beyond the pain.

This plague and illness that rots his body and eats him alive gives him boons unlike that of the other gods, namely a very high resistance to poison and disease, as it simply seems to be unable to take hold on his body and merely provides an uncomfortable ache, though nothing too serious. Furthermore he is extremely resilient to damage - it will take some serious damage to kill him, such as crushing him entirely or separating his head from his body. Due to this he also has a very large resistance to pain, honed both by his years of enduring the rot on his body, as well as the natural resistance he has from feeling little in his flesh, as it's already dead. Beyond that, his state of undeath will provide many people a large hindrance simply in terms of how he looks and smells.

If Morsay wills it so, he could in theory add additional souls to Coran's body, though he has never added souls of the deceased to semi-undead humans who still possess their human characteristics. It might be easier to simply procure a champion from the many legendary fighters in his domain.

For his armament, Coran is satisfied with merely a two handed sword that he rests casually on his shoulder. The thing is beaten and scratched and no self-respecting knight would even use the thing for practice, but Coran is no self-respecting knight and cares little for the state of his weapon. His armor is much the same way, downtrodden and appears to be breaking apart, though despite this it seems to be capable of withstanding and deflecting many blows all the same. Perhaps the work of Morsay.

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Coran Ielan was born as the son of a mercenary, though he knew his father not, and a whore, whom he knew closely until he left his village. His mother cared not for him, and used him merely as a tool to rake in extra money, sending her child to beg on the streets. Pity the men and women that gave him coin, or food, for he received none of it. His village was part of the following of Morsay, however, and Coran took deep interest in this, spending his time near the graveyard to watch the priests work on the graves, to prepare them for a swift journey to Morsay's realm.

The village's forests were filled with goblins and trolls but, for some reason, they never bothered the village - in fact, the goblins and trolls also listened to Morsay as far as their puny brains allowed them to understand the concept of godhood and death. The priests were seemingly in concordance with the goblins and trolls and allowed them to visit the village to sacrifice and pray to Morsay. This uneasy alliance was the only thing of note in the village, though it provided ample opportunity for trade.

When Coran became of age at 14 years old, he took his leave from the village on a pilgrimage to the far reaches of the province, where he found a man by the name of Alghan, a Mortificiar in service of the god of death and undeath himself. Mortificiar Alghan introduced himself to the boy, saying "it has been my goal to meet you, young Coran, for it is your duty to serve the master of death and undeath, and become his champion," and so he made a blessing sign with one hand, and placed his other hand on the head of the young boy, and so he was blessed by a Mortificiar, and soon the rot set in, spreading from his head down throughout his body.

The pain was immense at first, and he thought he was going to die, though the Mortificiar simply nodded at him and left him alone, in the wild. And for four days and four nights did Coran stay there, shivering in the cold, surviving on nothing but the sheer power of Morsay spreading through his body, and on the fifth day when he woke from his sweated feverish sleep, he felt invigorated and stood up and proclaimed "the power of Morsay is within me," and so he left and spread the word of Morsay.

He could feel Morsay's presence in his head, guiding him though never speaking to him beyond whispers and tongues. The whispers guided him towars a couple, a Mortificiar and a fellow marked of Morsay, a Mortam. The Mortificiar had fallen deadly ill, and the Mortam was giving him a peaceful death by caring for him, allowing him to pass to Morsay peacefully as it seemed Morsay had decided that the Mortificiar's time was up, and he was sent to join the god in his realm.

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"Step closer child," the Mortificiar spoke unto Coran, and so Coran stepped closer. "I can feel the presence of Morsay within you, much like the Mortam here, though you are young still and must learn the ways." Coran merely nodded, watching the Mortificiar as his breaths became laboured and harsh. "Allow me to bless you and transfer the knowledge of the God of Death, before he takes me," and so it was done, and with the symbol of the fingers and the wave of a hand the knowledge was transferred and Coran was enlightened, though none the wiser.

He said his farewells to the pair and left again, continuing his pilgrimage, and the burns of his illness went oh so deep, though Coran did not complain because with the new knowledge he had learned he understood their meaning. His hardships were the hardships of the world and he alone could carry them.

He arrived finally atop a large mountain, where he did not find anyone - and so he sat and waited for instructions. For four more days and four more nights he sat before he heard the whispers in his head, and he communed with Morsay and Morsay spoke of things that no mortal could heard, no mortal should hear, and all the knowledge Coran had learned was nullified in light of the new knowledge that was transferred upon him.

Now understanding more clearly, he spent his life wandering and using his powers to aid people in their deaths, becoming a Mortam in service of Morsay, doing his bidding. He was human, and he could resist and deny if he wanted, but there was no way he could turn back and there was no way he could rightly deny the souls that were owed to Morsay.

Now, the Morsay has ordered him to meet the other marked ones, to do battle against the Forsaken God once more.