Name: Oao (Pronounced "Oh-Ow").

Gender: None.

Appearance:

Oao has many forms for it wears the darkness around it, shaping it as both an extension of it's body and a cover to conceal itself within. It's most familiar darkness shape is that of a tall willowy humanoid, lithe with a faintly hourglass shape to it. It's arms are almost as long as it's body is and possesses a pair of exceedingly long yet thin hands. It's face is a completely blank slate sitting underneath a mass of long wispy tendrils of darkness serving as what could be assumed to be hair. It's legs end in a single trunk that sprawls out at the ankle level with several dark roots that pull it forward as a means of locomotion.

It's true form is that of an emaciated genderless little humanoid, a rather pathetic creature. It's skin is whiter than snow and it's no larger than a human child though it may appear smaller as it tends to remain hunched forward. It's got bony arms with two twig-like fingers and an only slightly thicker thumb. Despite being narrow little bones called finger they are long enough to reach around the entirety of an adult human's head. It's feet are normal sized for a human though they only possess two little claw like toes.

It's face is gaunt and narrow with thin lips and a mouth full of needle fine teeth. Shorter sets of these teeth run all the way down into it's throat, allowing it to chew what it swallows all the way down. It's got shallow cheeks with eyes twice the size of a human's. It's eyes are completely black save two small points of light that seem to serve as it's pupils. Oao has long straight silky jet black hair that appears very well groomed, something to be envied by many with long dark hair were they to discover it.

It speaks with an often trembling voice. It's sound is a soft, light pitch which sounds closer to a feminine sound than a masculine sound.

Personality:

Many are frightened of the dark. What many do not realize is that the dark is probably more afraid of them.

Chiefest of Oao's feelings is the sense of dread that hangs over it every second of every hour of every night and day. It hides in the darkness that it is to conceal itself, hiding away it's true form so that none may look upon it. The very idea of eyes scanning it's nude body gives it veritable panic attacks. Were anyone to see it's true form that would send it into the throes of truest terror.

It enjoys peace, silence and solitude most. It detests the presence of others, especially the company of those with eyes but it dislikes none more than those who would bring light with them. Not only does light cut away at the extensions of it's very being but it also presents a risk of piercing it's disguise and revealing it for who it really is. As such Oao tries to act menacing to scare people off but it is simply a facade.

It holds little love for most. The last person it cared for was murdered by the god of war during the civil war. It does hold some sympathy for the meek and the scared however. The darkness can serve as a sanctuary to those who do not want to be seen, who want to be hidden as Oao is. It can be quite nice when it's paranoia isn't acting up but those are rare instances.

Where once it lived in relative calm while the King of the Gods was still alive now that he's dead it is dreading the possibilities of what may come.

Major Domain: Darkness.

Minor Domains: Fear & The Hidden.

Weaknesses:

- It's crippling fear of being seen.
- Light.
- Daytime.
- It's solitude.
- A low self-esteem.
- No subjects in it's direct service.
- Color blindness.

Your Avatar: Mallogh (Pronounced Mal-Low).

This creature is a mass of ink black slime which assumes a vaguely humanoid shape. This beast fills an entire cavern with it's sheer amount of volume, a cavern large enough to house the tallest of castles with ease. It's fluid mass is saturated with the power of darkness, the very power that gives it it's color or perhaps lack of color.

The slime of this creature eats away at all organic matter, reducing it to nothing in a matter of minutes. Due to the dark power within it not only does it eat away at all organic matter trapped inside but in the case of animate beings it also eats away at their minds and souls, consuming all until nothing of the creature remains. Even creatures made of rock are vulnerable to Mallogh if they possess a mind or a soul.

To top it all off Mallogh can split off smaller slimes from it's form to act independently from it.

Stance: Oao wants to avoid conflict but has much reservation in regards to surrendering it's Center of Power.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Oao sided with the king though ultimately it refrained from fighting and simply hid.

Center of Power:

The Void Pearl - This item is a perfectly spherical gem no larger than a ping-pong ball. It is a color of black so deep it is like staring into the infinite abyss of space itself. Within the pearl true darkness exists.

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Relations:

God of the Sun - The greatest threat to Oao. Avoid at all cost.

God of Knowledge - It seeks to know what is hidden. Secrets or not, Oao dislikes him.

God of the Underworld - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

Goddess of War - No major risks from her. Oao only mildly dislikes her.

God of Undeath - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

Goddess of Storms - No major risks from her. Oao only mildly dislikes her.

God of Murder - He can choose to be blind. Still a risk though.

God of Lust - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

God of Mankind - He seeks truth. He must be denied it. Oao dislikes him strongly.

God of the Hunt - A seeker of the hidden. Yet another threat to it. Oao dislikes him.

Goddess of Justice - Another seeker of truth. She too must be denied. She too is disliked by Oao.

Goddess of Life - Life itself has spread quite far, bringing about many light dwellers. Oao strongly dislikes her.

Goddess of Nature - Like life itself Oao strongly dislikes nature.

God of Predators - One and the same as nature in Oao's mind.

God of the Forge - The fires of the forge scare Oao. He is disliked by it.

God of The Stars - His attempt to brighten the night sky upsets Oao. He is strongly disliked by it.

Goddess of the Moon - The moon is the greatest source of light in the sky second only to the sun. Oao greatly dislikes her.

God of The Sea - No major risks from him. Oao only mildly dislikes him.

God of Dragons - Beast and fire both give Oao much concern. He is strongly disliked by it.

God of Loss and Pain - Oao knows the pains of crippling fear well. Oao understands him to an extent but will still avoid him for fear of being seen.

(Subject to Updates.)

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Powers:

Oao has the ability to shape darkness into matter in all forms and physical states.

It can freely choose both the shape and the material properties of it's dark creations with the only limits being a max cap on volume and available darkness. Oao can only use as much darkness as is available within a five kilometer radius of itself. Even if Oao is in an open space completely void of light it's maximum volume is that of a sphere that is ten kilometers in diameter.

When Oao extracts mass from darkness it's not removing the darkness itself, something that would result in illuminating the space absent of darkness, but rather it extracts it's essence. Extracting the essence of darkness does not change it physically but it removes all other aspects of the darkness. Those who would look upon empty darkness would feel no emotional response that normally come with staring into the darkness. Magically empty darkness is inert and serves no purpose to those who would wish to draw upon it's power. Darkness does not remain empty however. It takes roughly a week for darkness to return to normal.

Despite the physical properties of the darkness it can effect all beings regardless of their state of tangibility. In addition while Oao can submerge in darkness to instantly travel it can only travel to sections of darkness that are connected to the darkness it goes inside. Another feature is that Oao can extend it's senses and voice into the dark masses it creates.

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Regardless of whatever properties Oao grants to the darkness it shapes it all shares the same weakness: Light. The first effect light has on dark mass is that it reduces it's density in proportion to the intensity of the light. A weak light would only subtly weaken a dark object however things like the sun and other powerful sources of light would practically reduce the darkness into a gaseous state. This effect only applies to all darkness in the path of the light so a beam of light might weaken the portion of darkness it is trying to travel through however the rest will remain unaltered. The effect of the change in density is immediate upon recieving light. The results of this effect end just as immediately when the light no longer touches the darkness.

The second effect light has on dark mass is that it will slowly burn away the darkness, causing small slivers of it to flake away into nothingness. It would take approximately a full day to completely disintegrate Oao's dark mass at full volume. Like the first effect this effect only applies to portions of darkness caught in the path of light.

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Another power of Oao's is it's ability to infuse it's creations with the Essence of Fear. The Essence of Fear causes those who gaze upon the creation infused with it to become filled with primal terror, driving all but the most stalwart of beings to flee for their lives and leaving those who overcome this almost paralyzed with fear.

Even gods and those with magical and/or psychic mental protections are given pause by the sheer fright simply seeing something with the Essence of Fear instills. This effect only applies to those who can see the creation infused with the Essence of Fear. Those who cannot see it are safe from the effect.

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Lastly, Oao's ability to hide has aspects of both divine magic and sheer skill. Oao possesses a natural talent for hiding and has honed this skill over the span of it's lifetime, developing both it's knowledge of stealth and it's muscle memory to the point where hiding for it is as natural as breathing. Few beings, if any, are as skilled at hiding as Oao is.

On top of that it's divine connection to The Hidden allow it to bar any attempt to scry or detect Oao's location using magic, preventing those using said magic from perceiving it. This includes both regular and divine magic. Oao can instill this effect onto any object smaller than a castle though this requires Oao to be physically present to perform this. The effect is suppressed if Oao itself is ever exposed to divine light or natural sunlight. While suppressed not only is both Oao and all items hidden by Oao no longer hidden but they are also made obvious to all who look upon them. These effects resume the moment Oao is no longer touched by either forms of light.

Godly Equipment: None. Oao both is and wears darkness from which it shapes everything it owns.

Demi Gods: None.

Name of your Land: The underground.

Lands: Oao's land is deep beneath the earth. It is a series of massive interconnecting caverns in the midst of a network of tunnels. In these caverns for flora there exist forests of bioluminescent mushrooms and varieties of cave moss. The local fauna mostly consist of bats, worms and other critters that call the depths of the earth home.

People:

Down in the underground amidst the mushroom forests there live the race of humanoid beings which call themselves "Od". They are about three quarters the height of humans and are uniformly skinny due to their limited diet. Their skin lacks any pigmentation since they have never seen the light of day, leaving them as pale as snow. Their hair is as black as jet and they tend to have no facial hair to speak of. They have no noses and their eyes are four times larger than a humans. They have got big round irides which allow them to take in even the smallest amount of light available. They communicate largely through high pitched squeaks. Despite their thin frames they are decently strong and can climb with fair ease, possessing small claws at the ends of their fingers which allow them to grip onto stone better.

Culture:

They definitely know that their people live on a razor's edge. With a mind to mysticism they conduct their lives always with a nod to the knowledge that the caverns are a very unforgiving place. Despite that understanding they live life as they must, meekly gathering what they need to survive. They live in the glowing mushroom forests in shanties cobbled together from faintly glowing cobalt blue stones. The lights tend to keep most predators out which is why they tend to stay in the forests when they can. They mostly eat moss though they do sometimes feast upon the occasional bat.

A large part of their life revolves around the use of pigments and magical salves to conduct their shamanistic rituals. Their most important ritual occurs annually, a major event where their head alchemist will set out and ritualistically repaint the yellow wards which turn the largest predators of the underground away.

Technology:

The Od are rather primitive in most forms of tech but are very knowledgeable in alchemy and minerals. In addition they also have access to some of the rarest stones in the world as they live deep where even scarce veins can be found. Theirs is a tribal hunter/gatherer society.

Capital:

The main capital of the Ods is a vast mushroom forest called "It". This is their word for home, the other settlements of theirs having names that derive from that one name. It is a helter-skelter shanty build from sheets of metal forged using rock-boring worm saliva to melt and shape the ores. Most of their homes range from basic huts to alchemy labs.

Beings:

Aside from the wildlife the most numerous species to occupy the underground is a race of disputably intelligent slime beings. These slimes are the byproducts of Oao's use of dark mass, the essence leaking and forming ink black blobs. As these continue to grow and multiply however they begin to exhibit qualities of their deity. The greatest of these slimes is Oao's own avatar, Mallogh.

History:

After Oao tore itself from Ephra he hid it away in his basement since it wasn't like his other creations. He deemed it necessary to live but felt it was too horrible a creature to let shape the lands below. Despite being necessary as a counter-balance to light given the way it had come to be he disliked it, keeping it hidden from all the other gods and constantly reminding it that it was a mistake that he was showing mercy to by even letting it live. As Ephra was the only thing it knew for so long it was dependent on him, becoming emotionally attached despite his abuses.

As the civil war came to a close with the final showdown between Ephra and War the resulting carnage twinned with Ephra's disappearance led to Oao escaping the basement it once called home, fleeing inside a large amorphous sphere of darkness to the world where it retreated into a nearby cave and further down into the deep below where the most darkness was present.

Ever since then Oao's made the underground it's home, An old deity but a relative newcomer to the world.

Name: Sleeth Rethrah (SLEETH reehth-RAH)
Other Names/Titles: The Old Man, Death's Darling, The Eyeless Watcher, The Great Slayer, The Grinning Headsman

Gender: Male, however, is known to change his form frequently when interacting with mortals

Appearance:


Height: 13'

Personality:

Passionate and Mercurial: All the Sleeth Rethrah feels, he feels strongly. His manifestation as the God of Murder links him intimately with the passion of thinking creatures. Men kill primarily because they feel and those emotions become uncontrolled. This drives Sleeth to be both the most jubilant and first to laugh when he is happy, and also, the first to resort to bloodshed when he is offended. Sleeth Rethrah has very little gray area when it comes to his state of mind seeming to bounce suddenly from one exreeme to the other, often with odd mixtures of the two. This mixed emotional state has led to his title as The Grinning Headsman as he can often be ecstatically happy about something while feeling murderous rage or frustration, the emotion manifesting as an eerie hybrid.

Ambitious: Many kill for power, and, Death's Darling is no different. He looks at all around him and tries to find ways to make that power work for him. Sleeth does not desire to rule all the Heavens and cosmos if he doesn't have to, but, he's not willing to let it fall to someone who might use it poorly. He seeks to elevate himself and his supporters while tearing down all those who oppose him.

Cunning: The greatest killers are those that kill without anyone knowing who it was, or, turing their blame to another. This aspect of Sleeth Rethrah is easy to ignore, most writing him off as a raving maniac. Of course, this is by design. Sleeth is often disregarded because of his passionate nature as just a silly lunatic, a reputation long cultivated by The Eyeless Watcher. In truth, The God of Murder is sly and cunning, playing to the fears and preconceptions of those around him in order to make them look and do what he wants through subtle or overt manipulation. A careful look at the favorites of Sleeth Rethrah and who most often gets his blessings tells the keen observer exactly what kind of mind the Great Slayer has.

Major Domain: Murder

Minor Domains: Vengeance, Schemes/Plots/Conspiracies

Weakness:
While Sleeth Rethrah is a being of deception and betrayal any actual oaths sworn by the God are utterly binding to him and he can not personally break them. This does not stop him from trying to undermine such things through cleverness and technicality, but, he can not break his oaths once given.

Your Avatar:
Rhahkoreth, The Dark Mind of Man

The Dark Mind of Man stands at thirty feet tall and has a minor version of all of Sleeth Rethrah's powers aside from his weapons and can not detach his hands. He also has incredibly sharp claws. Rhankoreth can not speak but he can push his mind into any less powerful sapient creature he can see and make them speak for him. He also has an aura that works similarly to that of the wraith, pushing men to give in to their darker and ambitious urges. The Dark Mind of Man is not as overtly powerful as many other avatars but its ability to move undetected compared to most avatar.



Stance: Sleeth Rethrah is an anti-monarch. He does not support anyone trying to get the throne under their total control, instead, seeking to plant the seeds of a united council of Gods who rule through vote as opposed to the supreme word of one. However, he makes none of that known, instead, putting forth a mercenary attitude of support and playing the part of the despot.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Neutral, secretly opposed both sides.

Center of Power:
The Slayer's Eye: A solid red eye that swirls with ribbons of black deep within it.

Relations:
Mortals: Sleeth Rethrah is the patron deity of spies, assassins, conspirators, executioners, and, bloodthirsty maniacs.

Gods:
Allies:
Koritomo, Goddess of War
Naqqash, God of Sorrows
Legio, God of Mankind (It's complicated)
Asmoday, God the Underworld

Friendly:
X, God of Knowledge
Leoric, God of Lust
Typhonne, Goddess of Storms

Unfriendly:
Artheon, God of Predators

Hostile:
Azah, God of Justice
Aela, Goddess of Life
Goddess of Nature

All not listed are neutral.

Powers:

Invisibility: Perhaps the most treasured and useful ability to Death's Darling is his ability to vanish from sight. The worst killer is the one never seen or found Sleeth Rethrah is the greatest killer of them all.

Preternatural Physicality: Sleeth Rethrah is not the strongest, fastest, or toughest of all the Gods, however, he is above average for the Gods in all of those aspects. Man's constant need to slay each other in cold blood makes him capable of standing against any God, at least for a time, in a contest of arms.

Mercurial Form: Sleeth Rethrah does not like the mortals who might meet him to know who he is, he would rather live as a legend in whispered tones. He can take the form of any mortal who he has seen before with perfect accuracy. Any mortal, or God, that Sleeth has killed himself he can take the form of, as well as, mimic their mannerisms and personality perfectly.

Assassin's Eye: When The Old Man looks on something that can be destroyed, he sees how it can be done. When he looks on an ancient dragon he sees its weakest scales. When he sees an alien beast he knows where the organs it needs to live are. There is nothing that can be killed that Sleeth does not know how to kill just by looking at it.

Hands of the First Murder: Sleeth Rethrah's hands are actually the hands of the first sapient to ever commit a murder, the symbol of Sleeth's first spark of concept. The hands are bound to his wrists tightly with enchanted cloth wrappings stained with blood. The hands themselves can be removed, moving around with the will of their master. The Hands can see, hear, and feel as though they had all the organs needed to do exactly that. If the Hands, either attached or not, grab the throat of something, and, can fit around it properly, they are impossible to remove and squeeze like vices until the creature is dead or the master wills them to release.

Godly Equipment:
Treleshkrah: A two handed ax that stands tall enough to reach just under Sleeth Rethrah's chin. The handle of the long ax is old deep brown wood with no adornment at all. The head of the weapon is a thin, unnaturally sharp, single bit broad ax head, the kind used by executioners and some bodyguards. The head itself bears no fanfare or distinguishing marks either, the whole weapon seeming to be rather mundane in appearance aside from its prodigious size. This weapon is far from ordinary though. The ax itself pulses with unsettling power each time someone in the world is killed by execution or murdered. Looking directly at the weapon causes whispers in the mind of the viewer that prey on the darkest and most violent impulses, urging them to action and conspiracy. The other terrible power of this weapon is in its use. Treleshkrah, is the bane of life and any can be slain with it, man or God. While a blow from the weapon will not guarantee death, any wound given by the ax seems to cut through armor like it was not there and a mortal wound to a mere man will be just as mortal to the divine beings who made them. The wounds caused by this ax seem not to heal properly, they bleed much more than they should, and woe to the healer who sees to one of these injuries as they will find that the flesh will not knit well and medicines seem to lack potency.

The Eye of Conspiracy: While The Slayer's Eye rests in one of the God's empty sockets, The Eye of Conspiracy sits in the other. This eyes is a dark yellow in color, glowing weakly like topaz lit by a dying candle. The pupil of the eye is vertical like that of a snakes and stands ever vigilant. The Eye of Conspiracy allows Sleeth Rethrah to see through the bandages he has over his eyes as if they were not there, however, it also allows him to see through anything that might otherwise impede his vision such as additional blindfolds, mist, fog, darkness, and, illusions. Beyond allowing the God to see when he should not the Eye grants him insight into the relationships of others. He sees thin strands connecting those around him giving him insight into how others interact and how strongly they are connected.

Sloret: The thick great coat that The Old Man wears is more than just something to keep the cold and rain away. It was once not a coat at all but instead a cloak made of human skin. Now, in keep with the fashion of the day, Sleeth has turned the skin of the dead inward as the lining of his coat but the effect remains the same. Anything placed in the coat vanishes. The items are undetectable and seem to exist somewhere outside of space until the master calls the item back by reaching into the coat and thinking of what they need. The item then appears again either from a pocket, sleeve, or the inside of the coat as though it had been stored there all along even if the stowed place seems as though it would be impossible to store such a thing there.

Demi Gods:

Julera Perfori: Aspect of Political power or tyranny.

Background: Julera is the daughter of Sleeth Rethrah and a powerful Matriarch and Republican of the Perfori family. A family that has had a long standing and strong tie to Sleeth Rethrah. The family itself is one of the patrons to the great Temple of Sleeth Rethrah in the Capital of Braceleth. Julera was born with from her mother when she supplicated before Sleeth Rethrah and offered her body as sacrifice to the God. He did not kill her, as he was struck with her beauty and passion for him. Instead, he blessed her with a child of his blood who would grow to be powerful and champion her family as well as his will in Braceleth. Julera is now an adult and her House's scion. She has not married as many fear her and her power, her height does not do her any favors either in the quest for a human mate.

Appearance:



Height: 6'10" (Very short for a demi-god but very tall for a human)
Julera is a lithe and somewhat uncharacteristically straight figured woman given her mother, but, instead, taking heavily after her father and his features. She has stunning green eyes like her mother but the unsettling grin of her father, made all the stranger due to her full lips. She has shorter than the style would dictate brown hair that frames her sharp and imperious features.

Julera tends to clothe herself in the male fashions of the day. She wears tight shirts and pants under a gray coat, her lack of color paying homage to her gray scale father's clothing. She does often wear a hat, but, with the brim tilted to the side in a more feminine fashion. Julera loves the art of cane fighting and carries her fighting cane everywhere with her, a stylish walking stick for her to sway with as she moves about with practiced noble swagger. She also wears a slim saber and parrying dagger on a thick sword belt at her hips in a style that openly balks at her countries prohibition against wearing swords. A fan of dueling, she needs to have a blade at all times.

Skills:
Oratory: Julera is a practiced and talented orator. She is capable of bringing logic, emotion, volume, and silence to her words in just the right measure for nearly every situation.

Cunning: Julera has inherited her father's and her mother's quickness of mind and thought. She has a superhuman understanding of motivations and can easily place someone's loyalties after interacting with them for only a short time, as well as the clairity of thought to put that information to use. She is a quick study in nearly anything she undertakes and has a lust for learning rivaled perhaps only by being who devoted themselves to The God of Knowledge.

Killer Heritage: Julera's mind and body take quickly to the art of slaying. She is blessed with blood and the art of fighting as well, cold blooded murder come naturally through her ichor infused blood. Her super human physicality is much like her father's, not the strongest, faster, or toughest of the demi-gods, but, she does not have any obvious physical gaps to exploit.

Expert Fencer: Julera has a love for the fine art of swordplay and goes out of her way to learn it. This has made her a terrible foe with blade in hand.

Heroic Flaw:
Great Pride: Julera expects to be heeded and sees all those as potential tools for her political games. Everyone is there for her to play with and all must submit, in time.

Name of your Land: Braceleth (BRAH-seh-lehth)

Lands:
Braceleth is a temperate island near the coast of The God of Knowledge's great desert. The island itself is rather large but generally smaller than most of the other godly domains. Modern Braceleth is now a complex system of coastal cities that have sprawled out in all directions, some nearly touching and thus the population is massive. However, clever planning has made the middle of island a varied patchwork of crops and small torps that function as the bread basket of the land in addition to the massive amount of fishing the people do. The whole of the land is made up of rolling hills, small mountains, seaside bluff, and throps of woodland. The ost striking feature of the land in general are the massive cities that dominate the coast of the idland, chief among them the towering city of Sleethrettia. The winters in Braceleth are mild and the Summers are hot, but, not sweltering.

The animals of the region are mostly small, wolves, boar, deer, squirrels, hawks, seagulls, and a variety of rodents both in and out of the cities. Many of the animals of the region have been quartered off into small preserved hunting grounds for nobles or common hunters. The vast majority of the animals on Braceleth are domestic in nature. Cats are particularly loved by the people of the cities and it is said, "If you are ever lost in Sleethrettia, follow a cat it will show you something." dogs, birds, and horses are also common for both travel and companionship. There are a great deal of livestock animals as well; goats, sheep, and horses the most common of all. These animals are used for meat as well as a variety of cheeses. The climate also makes the land very well suited for the growing of olives, grapes, and temperate fruits. These crops are the main exports of Braceleth as well as what they can be refined into, wines, oils, ciders, etc.

People:
The people of Braceleth most humans but have had some migrants come to the large island looking for their fortune. The people native to Braceleth are typically average in height with a broad frame, wide shoulders, hips, and arms. They have olive and slightly lighter skin tones with earth tone eyes being common as well as darker hair colors. The Bracelian nose is a recognizable feature the world over, coming from the strait and hawkish nose common to many of the people born to the island. Hard and sharp facial features are very common to the people of Braceleth often giving them a reputation for both intimidating glares and alluring gazes. The natives of Braceleth are often considered attractive by many in the world because of their curvy women and hard featured men, as well as many of them being quite wealthy.

While humans make up the primary denomination of the Bracelians they do have a sizable amount of immigrants from other lands and some of the Bracelians have a hybrid or mixed look that might seem strange to other but in the metropolitan Braceleth is generally accepted.

Culture:
Clothing:
The modern style of The Bracelians is to wear tight fitting pants, shirts, and dresses that have many buttons varying from simple wooden to ivory and golden buttons. These tight clothes are often paired with a long coat for both men and women. The colors of the clothing range heavily from poorer people wearing simple blues, reds, and greens with the more wealthy using colors like purple, indigo, and scarlet. Most in Braceleth like hats, particularly those with broad brims and wide bands that can have feathers, flowers, and other ornaments slipped into depending on occasion and mood. Boots with heels are common among men and the tops of the boots tend to be folded over and sometimes rise as high as the knee. Boots for women are similar only not inclusing the heel and often rise higher on the leg compared to men with some wealthy women having boots that rise up all the way to mid thigh. Jewelry is common even among the poor Bracelli. While necklaces, bracelets, earrings, rings, and bangles made of polished brass are quite cheap and plentiful the rich citizens often have jewel studded variants made of pure gold or silver.

Wearing swords in the cities is highly frowned on and so most people carry knives for both protection as well fashion. Poor Bracelli often carry long bladed knives that resemble a slim spear point while rich citizens carry knives that are more short swords than knives at all. These swords, or psudo-knives, carried by the aristocracy have a wide base that tapers strongly to the point and often has multiple fullers in the blade alongside varying levels of decoration. Another common item carried for both self defense and fashion is the walking cane. Many of these canes actually have a rod of steel, brass, or lead driven into the top of the cane turning the walking stick into an effective bludgeon in a pinch. There actually is a popular and interesting sport engaged in by the nobles of Braceleth that amounts to cane fighting.

Recreation:
Bracelians are very fond of competition and if they can find a way to compete at something, they will. The most common sports that people engage in lend to both the marine traditions of the people as well as their long standing love of martial arts. Rataretti, the gentlemanly art of cane fencing is one of the most common forms of martial arts as well as sports practiced by the gentleman of Braceleth. The art combines the use of the point of the cane in targeted thrusts like that of a sword as well as swining the head of the cane as a cudgel. Perhaps the second most common form of recreation is the racing of boats and ships. There are entire groups that get together train, design, and race their specialized ships for glory and often money. Also in the aristocracy there is what one might expect there to be, pursuits in painting, poetry, and essay writing.

The poorer people of Braceleth have what is often thought of as less civilized by the nobles of Braceleth at least. The common folk love gambling and are often found betting on noble sports or coming up with any other way they can test their luck. Dice, cards, and sleight of hand games are common. For the people who find more bloodthirsty activities more to their taste there are registered and unregistered fighting pits all over the island. The registered pits are overseen by the government and often have some regulation in when the fight is to end and who may fight. Of course, there are plenty of people who have no taste for such rules and instead just want to get people together and make them fight. These unregistered pits are illegal and often result in wildly unfair fights designed for spectacle rather than fair contest. Many of these fights end in death or permanent injury.

Government:
The ruling class of Braceleth are the Republicans. These are aristocrats that have had power on the island for many generations before the Rebulpic was established and have the money to continue to get elected. The elections are rather complicated and have people divided into voting groups based on region, wealth, parentage, and previous service to the Republic. In general, the wealthier people in Braceleth get to decide the elections with the poor only being needed to vote when there is not a majority already established. Once one is elected to the Senate, they are part of the Senate for life. While they only hold office for two years, they are allowed to enter the Senate when they wish and can even speak once all the elected people have spoken. The Senate is made up entirely of the aristocracy class and can not be entered by the common people. However, the common people elect their own lower house of the Senate known as the Tribunes. These tribunes are allowed to hear the debates of the Senate and they bring them to the public for a yes or no vote. No common folk, aside from the Tribunes, are allowed to speak on the legislation, they only get to vote. However, a Tribune can veto a piece of legislation from the Senate. This means the legislation will have to return to the Senate and be voted on, debated on, and then passed again. Once a piece of legislation has had that done, it must be voted on.

Politics in Braceleth is a game of gathering support and speaking well. This does not mean that money, plots, and violence don't rule though. Often bribes are given rather openly in the city and it is generally expected to grease the wheels of the Senate one must use money. For those more cunning, the right money in the right hands might make a political opponent disappear or suddenly become much more amenable due to well placed assassinations of their enemies. While murder and assassination are obviously against the law they are also accepted as a political strategy and it can be highly effective. Many Tribunes are associated with members of the Senate and often employ gangs of supporters who are little more than thugs who protect the Tribune as well as try to suppress enemy supporters with intimidation and violence.

Religion:
The Bracelians are not a monotheistic people, honoring all of the Gods in one way or another. Often the names of many Gods and Goddesses are invoked when a Bracelian wants something. A lawyer might pray for Justice, a sailor to the Seas, a hunter to Nature, or, a spy to Sleeth Rethrah. The God of Murder has subtly guided his people for milenia, watching them from the shadows and working both for and against them. He does not walk the streets in his godly form but instead hides himself among them to hear what things they whisper about. He does nothing to suppress the worship of other Gods in Braceleth and this has led to the islands attraction to immigrants. Anyone may come to Braceleth and worship how they see fit, as long as they still follow all of the other laws. There are many shrines to different gods and goddesses all over the island and that is exactly how the people like it.

-- The Cult of Sleeth Rethrah:
+Official Religious Orders and Worship:
One could assume, and assume correctly, that a cult dedicated to murder would be frowned on heavily if
not stamped out in practically any society. Thus, the official worship of Sleeth Rethrah is one that
often serves an interesting function for society as a whole. The primary group of worshipers of Sleeth
Rethrah are a group of normally reformed("reformed") murderers that have been set to a specific task.
That task is execution. The acolytes of Sleeth Rethrah stay in the temple or monetary dedicated to The
Old Man and train in both anatomy of all creatures as well as the use of the two-handed ax that is the
symbol of Sleeth Rethrah along side the Slayer's Eye pendant. These "monks" often serve as the official
executioners of the area where they operate, dedicating the act of state sanctioned murder to their God.
They also often form a ravenous warrior monk corp when called to battle, unleashing their repressed
murderous urges on the enemies of the state. In places where assassination is considered an acceptable
profession, or, if one needs covert agents, a generous offering to the temple often results in one of
the monks being sent to take care of whatever problem the patron prayed about.

+Unofficial Worship:
For every monetary or temple that follows the laws and rules of the world there are ten or more small
groups that have a closer relationship to the God of Murder. These groups often organize themselves into
small cults that perform long lost and elaborate ritual requiring human sacrifice as well as other
unsavory activities to get the God's attention. Many of these groups are professional spies and
assassins, working in the underworld of whatever city or domain they happen to be in. They supplicate
themselves before the visage of Sleeth Rethrah and ask for guidance and protection in their plots and
schemes. Of course, not all are those engaged in some kind of conspiracy or task. Some are mad men who
have an unquenchable thirst for blood and see Sleeth Rethrah as their champion in the heavens. These
groups tend to be short lived, engaging in a single or perhaps a few massacres before they are destroyed
by whatever force of law and order exists around them. While Sleeth Admires these maniacs' devotion he
rarely blesses them with much more than just a feeling of will to undertake these suicidal missions.
They are useful, but, misguided.

Military:
Most of the military of Braceleth is made up of mercenary companies with alignment to either a region, noble house, or faction. However, those loyalties can be swayed through payments of course and often are. In this manner the forces of Braceleth are a professional force that fights in small engagements between noble houses and other nations on a frequent basis, as well as guarding the shipping lanes of their charges. Each city can levy a force of the common folk, but, this is only done when danger is particularly close and generally disliked by the people, obviously.

Trade:
The Bracellian people are merchants and explorers by nature. Their close tie to the ocean and their isolated region makes them have a deep desire to explore out into the world. This takes two forms mainly. There are massive merchant fleets loaded with wine, oil, steel weapons, and firearms that go out from Braceleth to all over the world. They trade mainly for things the island lacks and what the people love. Common imports are gold, silk, wood, gems, silver, and spices. They try to form long lasting beneficial relationships with all those they meet who might need or want what they have and have the items to trade for them.

On the other hand there are also groups of explorers that sail out from the island in order to find new places to set up trade colonies and expand the reach of the Bracellian culture. These explorers tend to be much more militaristic and often get into conflicts with the locals, the most notable of which was the slaughter of a colony by the people of the Goddess of Nature that started and conflict between the two lands. That resulted in the fleet being sent out and many bombardments of the great forests by ships and the conflict of the Gods themselves, though, that was not well known to the people of Braceleth.

Technology:
The Republic enjoys a great deal of technology openly trading with anyone willing and integrating what new things they find there. They have well made full plate armor, weapons, and matchlock and wheellock firearms. They have caravel sea faring ships armed with cannon for their formidable navy and merchant fleets.

Capital: Sleethrettia
The great city of Sleethrettia. The buildings are tall and strech upward from the coastal bluffs to the heavens with sharp points. The streets of the city are narrow and clogged with people, merchant stalls, and refuse where it is not as affluent. People live in wall to wall town houses packed in next to shops and shrines to all gods. The bluffs abutting the sea are carved with switchbacks that lead up to the city from the massive docks. The docks are a city all their own. The dock districts of the city are suspended above the waves on strong wooden planks and smells of sea water and fish. The wealthy districts have wider streets and walled mansions inside the walls of the massive metropolitan sprawl. In the center of the city stands the great Senate Hall. The ancient building was once a temple to a forgotten god and now the column line walls of the Senate hold the Republic's leaders. Not far from the Hall of the Senate stands the great Temple of Sleeth Rethrah, the largest of the world. There have been times when the Senate has wanted to remove it from the city, yet, there always seems to be something that stops them or changes their mind.

Beings:
Wraiths: The dark passions of man slowly accumulate into the form of a swirling mass of dark ambition and violence. These energies eventually find the attention of Sleeth Rethrah and he twists them into a dark spirit that serves his will. These dark spirits move through the land and whisper in the minds of men, urging them to do harm to others and take revenge on those who have wronged them. All in service of The Eyeless Watcher.


Grenaleth: The odd frog like creatures of the island have sprung up seemingly from where at all. Their nature is unknown but they are an ever present force on the island of Braceleth. These sapients serve well in the navy and as canny merchants as they have a long sea faring tradition and can even breathe under water.


The Beastmen of Braceleth: The strange power of Murder on the land has turned some of the people away from the path of sapience and toward the primal desire to destroy. These come about mostly from those closely associated from the most fevent followers of Sleeth Rethrah. These beasts are hunted each night by the monks of the temple, yet, they are still loving creation of The Grinning Headsman and he revels in their destruction just as he revels in their own deaths at the hands of his more mortal followers. These creatures also fall under the domain of The God Predators and Monsters, but, Sleeth hodes them for himself. The more devoted and frenzied the follower, the larger and more deviating the beasts are.

Name: Sylendre

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: Stern, and stubborn, Nature is stuck in the mindset of an old God, and believes fervently that they should have first say among what takes place now that the King is dead. She disdains mankind, and looks down upon any that would aid them in damaging her forests, her lands. She is wrathful and vengeful and usually takes her violence to a level unnecessary for crimes committed against her.

Major Domain: Nature

Minor Domains: Poison, Growth

Weaknesses:Encroachment of things not of nature, destruction of forests… Anything that cases nature’s decline.

Your Avatar:
The Forest Spirit, it appears as a very large deer with a spectacular coat and head of antlers, capable of using the forest around it against its enemies it has even been seen causing vines to grow through its enemies.

Stance: She currently desires no one to be king, but to bring a semblance of a natural balance back to everything by simply having nature take its course and destroy what has been created.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: King Ephra

Center of Power: An acorn, it is lodged inside her head, she keeps it safer that way.

Relations: (
Allies: Predation, Storms, Seas, Fertility, Sun
Friendly: Dreams, Lust, Life, Stars
Neutral: War, Underworld, Justice, Mischief
Unfriendly: Darkness, Murder, loss and pain, The Forge, Knowledge, Monsters
Hates: Undeath, Mankind

Powers: Powerful Regenerative abilities, control over animals and plants to an extreme degree. Capable of travelling instantly to any wooded area. Able to cover her body in a bark as hard as iron. Can see, and feel through all plants she controls. Capable of releasing poisonous fumes that

Godly Equipment: No equipment.

Demi Gods: No true demi-gods though she has had many children.

Name of your Land: The Forests, pretty much everywhere

Lands: Dense forests and groves are what make up nature’s lands, wherever the woods are she can reside there. Typically any forest residing animal, and plants would be accounted for in these places.

People:







Culture: They have a very hunter/gatherer lifestyle, taking only what they need from the lands, and living as much in harmony with one another and the flora and fauna as possible. They reside in large trees that they sing the wood into the shapes of houses. They all protect the forest in whatever capacity they can, and none of them

Technology: Woodsung. Everything that exists in their forests is made from sun wood, and stone, from their bows to their staves, spears etc. They use magical lighting in the forest so as to stay away from fire and not burn any of the living animals, or trees, or plants.

Capital: The Grove of Sylendre, two giant trees arc over a river intertwining into one another, great wooden bridges and houses line these trucks of these trees and small boats can be constantly seen moving to and from this place. This is the capital city of the Elves, and where Sylendre resides primarily.

Beings: Satyrs, Fauns, forest dragons, centaurs etc etc .

Name:
Artheron, more often referred to as the Wild God by man, few short of scholars and select priests know his actual name. For common folk however, he has many titles and names that describe his nature and role to them, many of which are to avoid acknowledging his influence or are just descriptive terms of his whims, such as the "Devourer of Men" or "The Roaring-Death".

Gender:
Male, not only because his role is masculine, the feral hunter and killer, but too as he is considered the father of beasts; the one to have sired the fiercer things of the world.

Appearance:
There is no shortage of forms the Wild God takes on, yet none of them are short of anything but savage and beastly. It is said that on any whim, at any moment, he can overcome an animal or even a man who has given himself in to primal ways. However, this is not at all his true form, that of which is a ghostly, near intangible body made up of ether as very few men can see him as he is, their minds clouding his approach by instinctive fear, but for what he is, he is the truest of predators incarnate.

The Primeval takes on the shape of its greatest work, a sleek beast of fur and flesh, with curved ears, a cunning nose, glinting eyes, and terrible claws and fangs. The four legs he stands upon are not only powerful, but capable of great dexterity, just as the muscled body speaks to unbridled agility. It is unclear if he adopted the form of the great cat out of satisfaction for his shaping of them or if such man-eating beasts were made in his image as sired by him.

Personality:
The characterization of the Wild God is one largely based in perception; man views him as a terrible force of nature, one as merciless and spiteful as the wrath of a storm or the rage of flame. He is made out to be an unthinking, unfeeling entity that derives pleasure only from the satisfaction gained in a successful hunt. What positives he is viewed with are not often recognized, instead the obsession of mortals being that he is a force of terrible nature, not tamed or coerced.

In reality these rumors are not untrue but they are too simple an understanding of an entity as vast and powerful as something that embodies all of predator-kind. It is this that makes the Wild God an archetype of history, knowledge long before man and a form of the father archetype, whose shadow is callousness and indifference. To his kind he can be both a welcome or terrible figure. Subsequently, as his varied names imply, he is more a beast and force of nature than a personality. Despite this, he maintains a level of respect beyond mere animals, even those mythic; often being seen as their own god of sorts if such simple creatures could even have one.

Major Domain:
Predation

Minor Domains:
Hunting
Animals

Weaknesses:
Only a huntsman can marshal in on a hunt, as any predator worth its salt can disappear as swiftly as it can strike. Thus to actually track and fight a beast of legend, in particular Artheron at all, one must summon the greatest party of equally legendary huntsmen to have lived; only such a cadre of fellows might have the skills and talents to hunt a literal god of the wild in its own domain. Without such aid, there is no entrapping the beast and thus it may continually run off to lick its wounds and restore its strength where no mortal or god otherwise could find it; such a mighty quarry would make this an infinite endeavor.

Thus the true, greatest weakness of the Wild God is the God of the Hunt and their followers, all of whom possess the opposed power to challenge and destroy him or those he holds power over. The game of predator and prey here is played carefully and unlike any other, the sort that would have great ramifications if either ever managed to kill the other.

The Feral Heart has another tremendous weakness that few gods of the pantheon know for themselves in quite the same way, that he and his domain has no true following. There are no places of worship for the few who follow the way of the ferine, at least not in the places of men. The few dens, the few lairs, he lays claim to are holds of primitives who still see him as a major, compelling aspect in their lives; tribals who view him as one of their great spirits. Others still do follow him, yet they do so in secret - often regarded as closely guarded cults who wish to become like the Animal Father, invoking aspects of his power and influence through rituals and magic that are mostly unheard of and unknown to "civilized folk".

Lastly, there exists the matter of balance within and throughout in all of nature, something the God of Predators cannot surpass; there only ever can be so many. His domain may only grow where the Goddess of Nature's does and shrinks whenever hers suffers too. This component has long since enslaved him to the Goddess, a piece of her whole, but rather than rebel at this relationship, the two have made it as symbiotic as any other to be found in the mundane world of fauna. Although, this cannot change the reality that his mass is so few, at its best never more than one to ten.

Avatar:
Said to be a creature perfected to hunt and kill, even amongst gods, Artheron has no divine incarnation other than himself. His "avatar" is either his own form, that which appears to great fear, or the interpretation of it through the beasts of the world he might possess.

Stance:
There is only one loyalty to the Feral Heart, the God of Fang and Claw, and that is in the Goddess of Nature, one whom he and his few share claim to and are critical for in the cycle of life. Nature is the one domain whose lot Artheron is cast into, subject to her whims and her works.

Loyalty During the Rebellion:
The Father, as nature seeks balance in all things, just as the powers of the creator enforced in the Great Design. No one being was fit to rule and all had a role to play in the cosmology of the universe. With the God of War seeking to usurp the throne, the Wild God joined his companion in the Goddess of Nature to resist this uprising and claim.

Center of Power:
The Fangs of the Predator God are as literal an artifact as any other, given that they represent not only a physical thing but a concept; the enormous teeth are the embodiment of predation, the means and tools to hunt, kill and consume, the very root cause of death and life anew. They are sickle, ivory things that have an edge sharper than any mortal steel and dare not bend or break no matter what way they are stressed. To possess them as even a sliver of their whole, that is to so much as have them on one's mortal person, is to come under urges of instinctive, primeval thoughts - to continue the cycle without rest or conscious choice; held, instead they are like compulsion to do these things, something no man can dare resist - great enough to turn them into a figurative and literal beast. Owing to this, in the circles of knowing, the teeth themselves are seen as nothing short of cursed.

Though they have never left the possession of the God of Predation, they are an embodiment of the ideal, something that transcends the deity himself. Without them, he is any creature of epic power, but no more a divine force unmatched in his domain.

Relations:
The Goddess of Nature, Sylendre, is the mate of the Wild God, the only being capable of soothing the beast and catering to its animal ways. For how long they have known one another, let alone been almost one force, is unknown but only reasonable to assume from their creation onward. Reasonably, this makes both quite ancient, older than many and some of the earliest embodiments of the world before man was even shaped from the primal clay of creation.

Powers:
The embodiment of savagery, the Wild God has an array of devastating talents in his arsenal, not the least of which is his own body; his claws and fangs cleave and sunder with crushing ease, fueled by the force to shatter stone and splinter wood without exerted effort. The thick flesh and hide of his resplendent body is unmarred and unmatched by even the most exquisite weapons or armor and his very roar can powder thick glass and create waves of force so great that a gale like the leading front of a storm might be born. Even the single strike of a paw can send the earth rattling beneath feet.

His physical aptitude is thus legendarily tremendous, matched only by a god who knows how to fight the beast, as the battle is not one of the mind, but rather instinct. Failure means the Wild God retreats to lick his wounds and rejuvenate himself yet again, right and ready to fight once more in little time at all; a power he too can bestow on others as the brush of his tongue staying even the most mortal injuries - a gift that marks him as both a creator and taker of life.

As an etheric presence, his means to manipulate the wild world is born most of his domination of predators; all such beasts bow before him and heed his command unerringly, even to the point they allow the Wild God to see and hear, live through them, to such an extent that if desired, he might assume control of their being. While so empowered, they can fight until their body is no more, run and rampage without fatigue, and reign unearthly terror on their prey with unnatural speed, agility and resolve. Such possessions are not unknown and when roused, it is not uncommon for the God of Fang and Claw to wreck havoc on mortals through another savage body than his own in retribution. This power ends not there, for the primeval often steps through his animal servants; winking from one location to another through their mind and eyes, seemingly impossible to tie down and capable of being anywhere his domain holds sway.

At the command of the King of Beasts, animals from all around, even times and places long dead, answer his call; drawn from his otherworldly domain. Thus it is no surprise that when Artheron's roar booms, the world comes alive with hungering, fierce creatures, some too terrible and unnatural to speak of by men; armies of the scale, feather and fur. They fight remorselessly, only to return to their place when laid to defeat or dismissal.

No secret among the divines, the Wild God may not be found or so much as summoned if he does not desire it. The one great exception to this are those pledged only to the God of the Hunt and that deity themselves; only they might scry his location and follow him to one of his innumerable, undetectable lairs. No less, it is only they who can see him when he wishes not to be seen - a trait he loses outside the wilderness of the world such as in the lairs of other gods, their followers, or their domains.

Finally, there is one talent which he dares not share, one secret he bestows upon those mortals who fall under his sway; he is the giver of the great gift, the power to assume the form of an animal. What few mortals ever give themselves wholly to the feral life are permitted the grant of changing their forms on whim, freely between their animal aspect and themselves. These gifted few become like agents to him, acting as an extension of his will and whatever animal gift they have been given.

Godly Equipment:
There are no artifacts that belong to the Wild God or those who abide by him. Those who have been granted his power are marked in body and soul, thus when those fail and exist no more, their gifts vanish as well.

Demigods:
Among the deities, the God of Fang and Claw avoids the expected of him; he has no lesser force to represent his domain other than the creatures of the world as a whole. Thus, there are no demigods of whom belong to Artheron. It is this unusual quality that aids him in the consolidation of his power - what makes him so renowned and feared when he does appear in the flesh.

Name of your Land:
The Wildlands

Lands:
The supernatural wilderness of the Wildlands exists as a plane beyond the mortal one, ventured into only by the delving into the deepest depths of nature; the furthest, darkest trench of the sea, the most remote oasis of the desert, the highest mountain top and so. The land itself is the embodiment of extremes, one timeless and evidently untouched by man, a place where life goes on as if the domain never knew anything but the grace of the gods before added creation.

While its limits are virtually boundless, time and distance make no logical progress here. A mountain days off in the distance might in fact be months away, just as a night seemingly drag on well beyond its time. Unbalanced as it is cosmologically, it all serves purpose in exemplifying the creatures, predator and prey alike, that dwell there; many of whom are living their life thereafter in nature's splendor following their deaths.

Just as they did in life, predator and prey, plant and animal, all live and die to be reborn again anew within the Wildlands. Mortals however, when they do lose themselves forever, assume their bestial forms time and time again with each reincarnation, becoming men no more but instead wise beasts.

People:
The few mortals that exalt Artheron are disgruntled outsiders whose hearts run red with the passion of the ferine. They are men and women who wish to become as beasts and assume lives in the great, savage way or... they are primitive people who do not yet understand the world they surround themselves with. They view him as many different great spirits, at times one, who they pay tribute to in their humble lives. What they do fathom is that such a force is very real, more real than many other gods of the realm for they are unlikely to ever witness them in their simplicity.

These tribals, savages, barbarians, whatever their name and wherever they are in the world, know the Wild God as the source of their animalistic powers, not the least amazing is that the most devoted of them might call upon beasts of the world or more miraculously, change themselves into beasts themselves. Such humble origins leaves them distant from all the rest of civilization and with time, many have abandoned these ways as they have progressed on, becoming outside the Great Cycle as is the way of man.

This has in turn created the secretiveness of cults in modern society who have seen or do know the Feral Heart and who then abandon conventional worship for obscure and archaic rights of primal power. They meet in hidden groves or caves, invoking the power of the predator, hopeful that they might again discover what was lost to their people.

No matter the case, those adopted by the God of Predation as his own, who find their way miraculously to the Wildlands on their own or live out their mortal life in service until death, are rewarded with becoming part of the Cycle Eternal. They live to die again forever in nature, reborn and reincarnated as their animal selves when the mortal flesh fails. It comes to reason that many exemplary beasts of his realm, where only nature regularly dares, are either former mortals or those animals who he so gifted.

Culture:
There is no universal culture of those who follow the wild way, only those of the scattered tribes and odd wanderers who adopt it. The few cults that have arisen abide by their own rights as well, often exalting some specific aspect of the God of Predators be it the bear, the wolf, the eagle, the lion or so on. Such invocations to totems and spirits, as well as general animism, often do conjure up aspects of the Wild God and in the rarest of cases, call him forth in the flesh.

Technology:
The spread of technology among the followers of the Wild God vary greatly from none, as the beasts of his creation and ideal, up to those used by modern men who walk the line between worlds.

Capital:
There is no capital to exist for a god whose domain is carnivorous beasts.

Beings:
There exists no shortage of mythical beasts born of Artheron's doing, all of whom are deviations of mundane creatures; snakes whose eyes petrify those that dare look into them, bears whose flesh is hard as stone and prowl the underground depths, birds of prey that can lift off with horse in tow, phantom cats who wink in and out of reality, wolves whose cries drive mortals mad, and other such exceptional wonders of supernature. In the rarest of times however, the blood of predators and men mingle to create beings who are then born as half-beasts, creatures somewhere between mortal and animal. So few are they in number that like the mythic animals whom they share kinship with, they are more tale than truth.

Name: Legorian (Luh-gore-ee-an), The Deep One, The Mad God, Wavesinger

Gender: Male

Appearance: Legorian stands at roughly 13 feet tall and appears as a tanned, hunched over man. He is always drenched, no matter the circumstances, his thick black beard crusted with salt and dripping with seawater, dead seaweed hanging about his robes. Amongst land-dwellers he is usually clad in a simple black robe and clutching a driftwood staff in his hand, though when safely in his own kingdom he tends to adorn himself in a billowing seaweed cloak. His eyes have neither pupil nor iris and give off a pale, silvery light, and his long black hair wears several braids. Around his neck he wears a single crab-shell tied to a thin string, and when circumstances allow he walks in a slow, tottering gait, though any who have seen him in battle know he is capable of moving faster.

Personality: The Deep One has often been characterized as a mad god, and this though this is not an inaccurate depiction, it is perhaps an overly simple one. It is true that Legorian’s motives and mannerisms are often inscrutable – he listens twice as much as he speaks, and though what he says is often cryptic, it’s far from the babbling of a madman. He is slow to anger, slow to act, though when roused to violence he moves with the inevitable rage of a flood. He is capable of friendship and affection, though he is rarely ever warm or particularly friendly. Among other gods he may be considered surprisingly quiet and unassuming, but potentially a stalwart, if bizarre, ally.

Major Domain: The Seas

Minor Domains: Madness, Music

Weaknesses: Well, his power is diminished significantly on land, when he is removed from his domain and his creatures. In addition, it is said that his eyes are poorly adjusted to sunlight, and he feels generally uncomfortable and vulnerable when exposed to large sources of light or heat. His powers which affect the mind of his foes pretty much don’t work at all on beings possessed of a godly soul, though the weaker ones like demigods might take a moment to snap out of it.

Your Avatar: Kallomenta, the Mouth of the Sea. Resembling nothing so much as a massive bioluminescent octopus with a maw filled with razor-sharp teeth, this great Kraken often ranges across its masters domain, hunting whales and ships of men to satisfy its bottomless hunger, though it is always quick to respond to his call. Though it appears to be a simple animal, Kallomenta is possessed of a severe, alien intelligence, and those mortals who gaze too long into its massive eyes are known to go mad, spending the rest of their lives as gibbering, violent maniacs.
Stance: Legorian is playing his cards close to his chest, as ever. Those who know him well will likely guess that he has no personal aspirations for the throne of the Gods, but it’s difficult to say who he would have take that office, or indeed if he has any stake in the matter at all.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Battalions of his people emerged from the sea and fought on the side of the rebels under command of his son, though Legorian himself never took the field.

Center of Power: The Heart of the Sea: A fist sized stone of pure white that gleams with a pale silver light. Faint patterns swirl on its surface like a whirlpool, and those in its proximity can hear a female faint humming a faint, wordless tune.
Relations: A traditional ally of Typhonne, Goddess of Storms, Artheron the Wild God, and Sylendre the Goddess of Nature, despite the civil war splitting them down the middle. Gets along well enough with Asmoday, God of the Underworld, and his children spend a lot of time with Koritomo, Goddess of War, and Leoric, God of Lust.

Powers: Has absolute power over any source of water, so long as it is connected to the sea. All aquatic beings recognize him as their lord and will serve him unquestioningly. The silver light of his eyes has a deteriorative effect on mortals, often driving them ‘sea-crazed’, a feral state of being where the afflicted become violent against their fellows and lash out with tooth and claw. Finally, his singing is deep, wordless and enchanting, causing all who hear it to fall into a spellbound state.

Godly Equipment: Carries with him at all times a satchel of pearls taken from the deep places of the world – they do nothing for him, but any mortal who possesses one will gain the power to breathe underwater. In battle, he wields the Waveblade, a supernaturally sharp silver-blue greatsword with a coral pommel, capable of cutting effortlessly through water and of course, of harming gods. His armor is made of red and white coral and draped in seaweed, and not only protects him from harm but also secretes a subtle venom from its spiked polyps – a cut from these spikes is likely to cause hallucinations, paralysis, and possibly death.

Demi Gods:
Jenelli, the Siren: The older of the twins by about a minute, Jenelli takes the form of a tall and beautiful woman, red-haired and green-eyed, loosely clothed in a ragged seaweed dress. Her singing voice is almost as powerful and enchanting as her father’s, and she can play any instrument in the world as masterfully as anyone. She dwells in her father’s palace, but frequents the shore, where she often lures mortal men with her song into joining her in the deep places… though, being a kindly soul, she almost always returns them unharmed when she’s done.

Akatun, the Soldier: The younger of the twins is broad-shouldered and 12 feet tall, strong of jaw and regal in bearing. He is the commander of his father’s armies and is fiercely proud of his men, leading from the front clad in coral armor and riding on the back of the mightiest giant crab in the kingdom. He has inherited a limited amount of his father’s control over water, though his real power lies in his immense martial skill.
Name of your Land: The Kingdom of the Deep

Lands: Everything beneath the waves is Legorian’s kingdom. His lands stretch from shallow shoals to mighty coral reefs, from great kelp forests to lightless trenches to endless flats of sand.

People:

Culture: The culture of the Deepfolk is as varied as their environments. There are cities of Deepfolk carved into massive reefs, masters of the art of sculpting living coral, just as there are nomadic tribes that swim across the endless sandy dunes, herding domesticated whales. There are villages among kelp forests and isolated settlements in the frozen north, and even a few settlements that stick to the shallow waters and cultivate trade with humans. The only things that all Deepfolk civilization has in common are veneration of their god and a deep culture of music – every one of them is born knowing instinctively the song of the sea, and every night the ocean echoes with the sound of their unified voices.

Technology: Biological, mainly – the Deepfolk use bioluminescent plants and creatures for light, build structures out of coral and bone, tame the beasts of the sea for their food and labor and warfare. They’re very fond of using toxins for fighting and hunting, as well as some of the sea’s stranger means of defense such as bioelectric fish. Transport across the sea is mainly achieved by riding whales or dolphins, though they also tend to domesticate massive crabs, some of which are even large enough to fit small nomadic villages on their backs.

Capital: Kalanai, The Abyssal City. Located in the deepest trench of the ocean where no sunlight has ever reached, Kalanai is a sprawling metropolis of white coral and whalebone the heart of Deepfolk culture. It’s a center of art and learning amongst the deep places of the sea, and also home to the finest coralsmiths in the Deep Kingdom. The city itself is dizzyingly complex, vertical in a way that no land-dweller could ever understand and sprawling across the trench floor and up the walls. At the heart of the city lies the palace of Legorian, a pale citadel from which the Mad God and his children rule their great undersea kingdom, vigilantly guarding the stone that is the source of their power.

Beings:

Name: Koritomo

Gender: Prefers a Female Form

Appearance: About 13ft tall



Personality: An honorable woman, Koritomo is surprisingly kind compared to her late father. She protects those that need protecting and has always welcomed the children of those Gods he respects to train with her realm in the Dojo she set up in her Castle. In her mind, those who wish to pursue knowledge in the art of war are always welcome as long as they are not of a domain she finds to be lacking severely in honor. Koritomo does her best to be fair to those she feels she deserve it, but to those she sees as an enemy she has no want to waste her time on them.

Weakness: Honor would be my biggest weakness. I am held by my word, if I say I am going to do something I am bound by my honor to do it. If someone beseeches my honor I am bound to listen and if someone needs help and that cause is honorable I am bound to assist them.

Major Domain: War

Minor Domains: Battle Tactics and Honor

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Stance: Though furious about the death of her father War, Koritomo understood the need to put him down and stop him from taking over. She does not hold it against those who struck up against him, nor is she against those who worked with him, despite her thoughts on them being dishonorable. However, she is not exactly best friends with the one who killed her father, though it does help that they no longer exist, as much of a grievance as it is..

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Koritomo took no side, instead she opted to remain neutral as she did not Agree with her father, but she had no desire to fight against him.

Center of Power: It appears to be one of the 5 spheres on her Wakazashi, it’s anyone’s guess which one.


Relations:

Allies:
Sleeth Rethrah: God of Murder
Legio: God of Mankind
Naqqash: God of Loss and Pain
Asmoday: God of the Underworld
Califer: God of the Hunt
The Twins: Gods of Fertility

Friends:
Dream
Aela: Goddess of Life
Polaris: God of the Stars
Telios: God of Sun
Tian: God of Dragons
Azah: Goddess of Justice

Acquaintance (These people can go either way):
God of the Forge
Slyendre: Goddess of Nature
Oao: God of Darkness
Aertheron: God of Predation

Situational ally:
X: God of Knowledge
Legoran: God of the Sea
Typhonne: Goddess of Storms

Hostile:
Leoric: God of Lust
Necrarch: God of Undeath

Training:
Akatun: Son of the Sea
Telos: Son of Telios
Lokotos: Son of the Underworld
Julera Perfori: Daughter of Murder
Narrakk: Son of Legio

Powers:
Aura of Courage: Those in Koritomo’s armies gain a benefit of enhanced Courage when she is on the field with them, allowing them to face even the most grotesque and fearsome of foes.

Superhuman Charisma: This allows her to boost the moral of her soldiers, giving rousing speeches before a battle and in some cases, making treaties with those who attempt to force their way into her lands.

Hive mind in Battle: This allows her to communicate her wants to her soldiers, allowing them to work as one and share tactics and changes with the ebb and flow of battle. She knows when someone has been killed, she feels the pain of her loss but keeps that to herself in order to keep her soldiers in the best fighting shape until it is time to collect the dead and give them a proper cremation.

Tactical Precognition: Only in battle is War able to see what her enemies are planning to do, it is only in the heat of battle that she can sense when their tactics will change and when they are planning to flee. Should they choose to cut tail and run she will allow them to, as she sees no honor in a victory laced with the slaughter of those who no longer wish to fight.

Weapon/Armor manipulation: Weapons and Armor all have a limit to the amount of beating they can take, but not the ones that she supplies to her Armies. A blade will not break and armor will not bend, it will not chip and it certainly will not break.

Fear Inducement: Much like she has an Aura of Courage for her people, her presence to the enemy holds and Aura of Fear, her imposing presence striking into the very hearts of those who oppose her.

Godly Equipment:








Demi Gods: None

Name of your Land: Hindogan

Lands: A surprisingly large Island chain, Hindogan is home to an insane amount of flora and fauna. About 130 species of land mammal, over 600 species of bird, about 73 species of reptile, over 3000 different types of fish, far too many insects to count, and around 4000 to 6000 species of plants that occur naturally. Upon the islands there is a variety of climates, allowing for a variety of crops to be grown and traded. For plants that cannot be grown naturally there are greenhouses, a primitive form but one that works all the same. Where there is no place for rice, barley and the like, there are mountains, peaks so high that some claim they even touch the Heavens. Rather than horses however, the lands are covered with Ki-rin where horses would be, some even allow samurai to ride them into battle and each has their own special ability.

People: Similar to the people of Feudal Japan, those of Hindogan believe heavily in Honor and tenants of Bushido.

Culture:
Cast system is in place:

• Koritomo (Avatar as well)
• Emperor/Empress
• Samurai
• Farmers
• Artisan
• Merchants
• Eta

Tenants of Bushido:

• Honor
• Duty
• Compassion
• Courage
• Sincerity
• Honesty
• Courtesy

Technology: The Samurai of Handogen utilize a variety of weapons favoring the Bow, Spear, Matchlock and the sword. Their armor is typically made of bands of steel plates that are bounded and shaped to the individual and then attached via rawhide or silk cord to a silk or rawhide backplate and worn over tough, usually, cotton or wool clothing. The entire armor is intentionally rigged with quick release strings in order to remove certain parts quickly to make drawing a bow easily or incase they need to swim.

Capital:




Have a little bit of History: Thatos, Koritomo’s father was not inherently a bad man, he did not believe in the Gods being ruled by anyone. It was because of this disbelief that he rose up against Ephra and because of his Charismatic nature he was able to rally other Gods to his belief. At the time, his daughter simply did not understand what his reasoning was, Ephra being in charge was how it had always been, he the father of Gods and it only made sense to her that he would be in charge. Due to her father’s uprising, and she simply not feeling comfortable going against him, she remained Neutral and assisted her Mother in keeping her people safe during the altercations.
After the death of her father and her ascension to the mantle of War, she inherited his lands as well as his power. When she entered his domain, she was appalled by what she was met with. During the time he focused on his confrontation with Ephra, he seemed to have neglected his people, all his attention focused on the battle he was warring with the other gods. The monsters that the Samurai had been so adept at fighting had practically taken over, killing the people and growing far more difficult for the Samurai to fight. It was because of this that she founded Dojos to train the children of Kitsune who had taken human lovers. Something about these hybrids gave them surprisingly strong ties to the elemental Kami within the lands, which made them extremely valuable.
With some time, she was able to rebuild the Domain and turn it from ruin to prosperous. During this time she also added her own creatures to assist in the protection of the lands she called her own now. Dragons, an idea she borrowed from Tian, based on the Elements of her realm. Due to her care and clear love for her people, they do everything they can to appease her and remain honorable to the best of their abilities until they die. Of course, there are some that still go against her, as loved as she is and as kind as she is despite her mantle. She put so much work into rebuilding the Domain and protecting it’s people that she has proven to be fiercely loyal, so much so that she does not tolerate anyone who harms her people without just reasoning.

Name: Galvan - God of the Forge, The Great Artisan

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality:

Major Domain: The Forge (however this largely also includes the making of things in general)

Minor Domains: Elements, Protection (From the natural forces, Storms, Beasts and the night)

Weaknesses: Galvan is actually a very poor warrior, While his immense strength makes his a terrible force to be reckoned with he is not skilled in its use. a direct confrontation between he and a skilled warrior would likely mean his demise, that is if he where unprotected by his armies, avatar, or his exceptional arms and armor.

He is also totally inept in survival skills such as hunting, though, he can call up fire at will. Nor is he a navigator, if he where lost in the depths of the woods Galvan would be in grave danger. However he does not venture into such places and keeps the wilds far away from his territory.



Stance: Galvan's current attitude is gravely disappointed, his alliance with the original War failed and has thrown the Pantheon in to chaos. he does not know who he is going to support, however he feels as though his fellow young gods will be the way forward as the natural forces should be tamed for the benefit of mortals.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Galvan Rebelled along side War, equipping War's vast armies with the most powerful arms and armor that could be made on the scale that was needed.

Center of Power:

The Heart of the mountain, a crystal formed of pure magic. A simple stone that forms the basis of Galvan's power.

Relations: TBD

Powers:
Strength: Galvan posesses the strength of the blacksmith, centuries of pounding the metals of the earth into form as made him extremely physically powerful
Elementalist: Galvan's relationship with the elements gives him the ability to call fire, water, earth or air to do his bidding. While he can not move whole mountains or sway the sea he is more than able to wreath serious destruction in his path if he where so inclined.

Godly Equipment:
Maul of the Forge: this is a heavy hammer designed to work metals. Being indestructible (as far as anyone has figured out) and being wielded by Galvan means it can crush or shatter most obstacles.
Break Spear: a large round shield that is a simple unpolished disk of metal, however the workmanship and enchanted runes etched into the backing of the shield means all but the most powerful (god killer) weapons simply shatter on impact with the shield.
Preserver's Plate: a specially crafted set of armor that is nearly durable as the gods themselves, the armor is designed to the nearest limit of perfection that only the Gods and Avatars have any hope of breeching the enchanted plates. Even then it would take considerable effort to even begin to scratch the armor.
Gauntlet of the Elements: A gauntlet with the heart of an elder from each element set into the metal, this gauntlet allows his to call upon the aid of the elementals within, While the Elder elementals are not powerful enough to halt a god or avatar each could wreak havoc through the lines of an army or destroy city blocks.

Demi Gods: Karax, The war smith

Name of your Land: The Highlands (also called the Forge Lands)

Lands: The Highlands are a dense mountain range topped with thick forests with a live volcano in the hart of the mountain range. The smoking volcano give the whole land the appearance of one titanic factory with a chimney eternally churning out smoke and ash. The borders of The highlands as it nears the territories of the other gods levels out into fertile rolling hills thick with grass, however most of the fields have been taken over to crop production to feed the vast underground cities in the mountains. At the base of the Mountain range is a large city, Angor, largely populated by humans and the heart of the trade nexus to and from the Forge Lands.

The Greatest city, Magma-Stone, Is built deep beneath the mountains around the volcano. Tunnels extend for miles in a kind of ring city around the bubbling cauldron that is the volcano. The dwarven inhabitants created a vast network of channels and aquaducts to use the fires from the volcano to heat their furnaces and easily generate the heat needed to smelt and work metal.

People: Human, Dwarf, (negligible few of other races)

Culture:

The people of the Highlands largely make their living as traders and craftsman, rather than spending time hunting beasts or engaged in political strife they simply grow and make. Thus making their crafted goods second to none in the known world. A dwarven make sword or cart will work better and last longer than any one would be able to find elsewhere. The few artists who come about in these lands are never painters or poets and rather jewelers, gold smiths, stone cutters or carpenters. The architects however are the true artists in the Highlands forcing a huge Gothic citadel underneath the earth in a gaping chasm.

Technology: Enchanted Medieval (focused on the betterment of medieval goods through magic)

Capital: Magma-Stone, A vast city of Dwarves and Humans obsessed with crafting. built around the deep magma chamber of a volcano that is siphoned away to heat the furnaces of the great city to allow jewelers, smiths, and stone cutters to make any array of exquisite goods. The city is divided into Six segments headed by a clan. Each clan represents the pinnacle of skill.

The Iron Hearts are the largest and most powerful clan in the city who's main skill is blacksmithing. Any item made by the Iron hearts clan would be of a quality to put any other Blacksmith to shame. the hold the most of the cities furnaces to smelt tons of iron a day to turn it it into weapons, armor, horseshoes, plow blades and any other iron good that can be made.

The Silver Conclave are the wealthiest clan by far hosting the precious metal workers in the Highlands. the jewelry or decoration made by the silver conclave is intricate and detailed enough to require a jewelers loop to simply see the minute detail carved into a ring or ceremonial goblet.

Beings: What other immortal creatures live in your lands? Nymphs? Ogres? Elementals? List them here if they are not a main population of your creations. Some creatures just happened without any god creating them.

Name: Typhonne, Goddess of Storms

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Typhonne stands at just shy of 14 feet tall with knee length flowing white hair. Her eyes shine an electric blue, with full lashes giving stark contrast to her incredibly pale skin.

Beyond her odd beauty comes more oddity. Typhonne wears barely any clothes, primarily a whisper of a cloth that 'covers' her body. In reality, it covers nothing and is really more of an aesthetic because it's soft and billows in the wind.

Personality: Typhonne is a truly fickle Goddess, doing whatever strikes her fancy. Considered aloof, and known for changing her mind in an instant, she hides a starting intelligence beneath this ditsy exterior.

She takes great pleasure in the worship of humans for her rain, the thankfulness of her subjects in her domain for protection, and the glory of her storms.

On the flip side, she is vengeful and wrathful against those who displease and disrespect her.

Major Domain: Storms

Minor Domains: Destruction and Fury

Weaknesses: Incredibly claustrophobic, which is why there are practically no cities in her domain.

Your Avatar:
This Avatar is a direct representation of her Domain. A sentient storm, made from winds and lightning, it looks like a living tornado. Standing at the equivalent height of the Statue of Liberty, it makes up for it's relative slow traveling speed with distance lightning attacks and sheer power in it's close range.

Stance: Seeks change in the void of the Throne, but not a replication of the solo leader mess from before.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Flipped. Hindered and helped both sides, and single handedly prevented several mortal fights via storms.

Center of Power: A small diamond shaped gem that is hollow. Inside you can see an eternal thunderstorm.

Relations: Nature - Best Friends / Lovers
Sun - Allies / Friends
Mankind - Allies / Liked
War - Friends / Situational Ally
Sea - Friendly
Underworld - Friendly / Ally
Darkness - Friendly
(if not listed, she sees you in a Neutral light)

Powers: Typhonne controls wind, lightning, and can manipulate air moisture to create storms of all kinds. From simple rains and dust storms to hurricanes and tornados. She can summon lightning bolts from her hands, and blow gusts of wind with a breath or sweep of her arms.

Typhonne can take the form of lightning for near instantaneous transportation over great distances, but this is not meant for precise movement. Therefore it is useless in combat, but one of the better ways to move about quickly compared to other gods. Upon arrival, if she goes to the ground, she will strike down with a crash of thunder, leaving a crater around her as she reforms.

Godly Equipment:
This sword in it's natural state is imbued with the power of lightning. Incredibly dangerous because it carries an electric field. It has the capacity to change forms into a shield, which uses wind control to drive opponents and attacks away. Made ages ago through the combined efforts of War, Forge, and herself.


This artifact is one Typhonne doesn't usually personally use, but rather us frequently a gift / curse to mortals. Undoing the rope releases an unending torrent of wind from the bag, usable for various means but difficult to control.

Demi Gods: Typhonne has two children, Aegora and Kaleth.

Aegora is the youngest, standing only at just barely 8 feet real, and is 22 years old. She has minor control over winds, able to move faster and jump higher than any mortal through this ability.

Kaleth stands an even 9 feet and is 34 years old. He controls electricity ever so slightly, able to create an electric current along his hands.

Name of your Land: Stormfront

Lands: Typhonne's domain is fairly centrally located, with one whole side connected to a sea. There are mountains, valleys, forests, plains, deserts... Nearly anything and everything you can imagine within her borders. As hectic as her geography is, the weather is as well. Storms can kick up and die out in a moment's notice. Few permanent structures exist, and most of the land is in its natural state.

((Alright, so I can see it all in my head better than I can describe it. But here we go.))

There are mountains in the center, high and low, full of snow and great redwoods.
To the East are plains, long and low. To the South are deserts, rolling dunes and the occasional Oasis. To the West is the Sea, but between the mountains and the Sea is a large stretch of marshes.To the North are the forests, large and expansive. Her Capitol is in the Plains, and there are almost no long term structures anywhere in her Land

People: Primarily nomadic humans with fair skin, and Avian creatures that have advanced to near human intelligence.

Culture: Nearly everything in Stormfront is nomadic, with temperature structures being used primarily. They trade goods found, mined, grown, or made. Farming occurs where possible, and they are a fairly simple group.

There are various tribes centered around certain activities, poke the Hunters and the Farmers, the smithies and the miners.

Technology: varies. Anywhere from 1100-1400, dependant on what tribe you find.

Capital: Highwater, a large sprawling complex lacking walls for the most part. The largest permanent set of buildings in her Land, it's an earthly place. Rain water is collected all over through an intricately created system to be used for crops and usage. Located in the foothills of the mountains, sightly to the North of said mountains.

It is the center hub of trading and gathering in her Land, and where any non nomadic creatures and people live.

Beings: All forms of Elementals, from lightning to wind to water and most other Elementals in fewer numbers. Most any creature that had left another domain and ended up in her's has chosen to stay, as such you can find most anything if you look hard enough.

Name: Legio

Gender: Typically male, can assume female form.

Appearance:

Legio is roughly thirteen feet tall, and aside from his primary appearance, it seems he can subtly alter his appearance to look just about however he likes to any given observer, so long as the form he takes remains within the limits of typically-accepted human biology.

Personality: With the race of humanity specifically as his domain, the Emperor of Man is naturally very inclined toward keeping his charges safe. He firmly believes that humanity is destined to become the dominant race over all others, mortals and immortals alike, and a lot of his morality is based around the notion of paving the way for humanity to achieve this fate: those who assist humanity's destiny are most welcome, those who hinder it are despised. That said, Legio has an honourable streak about him that he insists the humans who worship him emulate, being brave in the face of harsh odds, and honest in the face of lies and deception; though his own plans sometimes necessitate omitting information, he is for the most part not needlessly cruel in any sense, and to the right people can be very friendly, which at least endears him to certain other gods at times.

Major Domain: Mankind

Minor Domains: Truth and Bravery

Weaknesses: Ironically, the God-Emperor's biggest weaknesses lie in his very domains. Though plentiful, the vast majority of humans are not exceptionally strong by the standards of this world, and indeed are perceived as the weakest of mortal races by far too many groups; whilst they certainly have their epic heroes and everything in between, the average human soldier will not win a fight against a similarly-trained member of most races with a physical advantage... at least, not on their lonesome, and as always, many variables may lead to changes in the end result. Likewise, his subdomains of bravery and truth combine within his personality, leading him to give up a designated goal but rarely - a grand feat of morality, but not exactly pertinent when achieving his goal would be nigh-impossible, or even detrimental to his cause. Lastly, since his form is also based on that of humanity, he can technically die about as easily as a human if his foe bears a Godsbane weapon, but his own powers and equipment more than make up for this setback.

Your Avatar:


Stance: Legio is currently gunning for the throne, and whilst the Emperor of Mankind has no intent to be needlessly selfish about his leadership - after all, some insight from other perspectives could always be appreciated - he would be hard put-upon to accept a situation where he is not King of the Gods in some sense, as this would be what he feels is best for Mankind. If push came to shove, his most likely second choice would be Telios, as the eldest son of and most similar (even superior) option to Ephra, but he would need to consider himself all but entirely out of the running before acquiescing to this route.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: To put it lightly, Thatos was not an especially fun God of War to be around - whilst his gripes were considered legitimate by Legio, the manner he addressed them in certainly wasn't, and after all, Ephra was the Father of All Gods. Legio fought for Ephra throughout the war, in particular against those who targeted human settlements in a bid to weaken the King's power, and was as distraught when he heard of Ephra's passing as elated upon hearing of Thatos' destruction.

Center of Power:


Relations:
Allied - Koritomo, Goddess of War; Galvan, God of the Forge; Califer, God of the Hunt; Azah, Goddess of Justice; Alinius, God of Death
Friendly - Telios, God of the Sun; X, God of Knowledge; Aela, Goddess of Life; Typhonne, Goddess of Storms
Neutral - Asmoday, God of the Underworld; Necrarch, God of Undeath; Legorian, God of the Sea; Oao, God of Darkness; Sleeth Rethrah, God of Murder; Leoric, God of Lust; Tian, God of Dragons; Naqqash, God of Sorrows; Dream, God of Dreams; Meztliyaotl, Goddess of the Moon
Unfriendly - Polaris, God of the Stars
Hostile - Sylendre, Goddess of Nature; Artheron, God of Predation

Powers:
The New Man - Legio was created to act not only as a leader of men, but as an example of how they ought to act, indeed how they ought to be. As the Master of Mankind, Legio's physical power and skill is second to none: whilst not the utmost peak of strength, speed, agility, stamina, or durability amongst the gods, he is great enough in all aspects that their combination renders him a dangerous foe in physical combat no matter his opponent, not to mention skilful with many forms of weaponry even beyond what he is normally equipped with.
Matter Over Mind - Legio is not especially possessed of specific control over certain elements like many of his fellow deities. Instead, his main power leans a lot more general - he can generate a telekinetic force akin to disembodied, incorporeal hands to shield himself and others or strike down opponents with barely a movement, and notably to manipulate matter and energy with greater strength and precision the closer to himself it is and a maximum range that can easily encompass an entire army. Through these means, he can quite handily perform many and varied spectacular feats with material substances, from solid matter through to gases, even encompassing events such as lightning strikes, volcanic eruptions and earthquakes... but, as these do not encompass true magical feats beyond the telekinesis involved in them, those gods who already bear magic to manipulate these elements will inevitably win out in a struggle to control such elements, especially within the other deity's domain.
Moreover, and as a logical extreme of this power's strength increasing within his proximity, the amount of control he has over his body proper is phenomenal. As a result, though his default appearance is as shown above, he is able to shift his appearance either subtly or not so subtly to adopt the form of just about any bipedal entity, albeit within reasonable human-like limits - whilst he could technically seem as many entities with human heritage, it would be a stretch to suggest he could adopt orcish form, and an insult to suggest he do so. This control also doubles as both sustained "flight", and a sort of rapid healing - not true automatic regeneration of wounds, but close enough that any attack which is not very rapidly lethal can be rendered moot in minutes, if not seconds.
Mind Over Matter - As his telekinetic strength offers him power over matter, so does his telepathy grant him access to the minds of others. Most commonly, he combines this and his body-moulding power to generate an image of himself in the eyes of those who behold him, one that best suits what they believe to be an awe-inspiring figure. Since this rarely works on other deities, he has honed the ability for other purposes too: most generally, he may use it to speak into or read the minds of humans all across the mortal realm, linked as they are to him by divine representation, as well as anybody else within a fairly large distance of him. Those within this range are also subject to mental assault, typically a sort of impossibly "loud" psychic scream intended to scramble sensory input and render unconscious those subjected to it, or a brief burst of their worst dredged-up nightmares as an alternative to killing them; should he want to avoid an interaction altogether, he can also trick their minds into simply not perceiving him, letting him pass by as though he were invisible. In a worst case scenario, he can make an effort to try and warp the target's very minds, either to change their memories or their loyalties, though enough telepathic power in kind or a strong enough willpower can ultimately dissuade any form of psychic attack or alteration made by Legio.
Truth of the Soul - The mind can lie; the soul does not. One of his more esoteric powers, Legio is capable of looking past the physical matter of a being to observe their very soul, and in doing so to observe the truth of their being more directly than can be hidden from anybody, not to mention whether or not they are lying about what they say, though in this case further interrogation to extricate the truth would be necessary, such as the use of Mind Over Matter to read their thoughts. Indeed, this power even allows him to manipulate the soul of another being, to enhance or diminish it as desired, even to snuff it out entirely, though any manipulation beyond truth-seeing is implausible to use against a fellow god without extreme effort.
No Courage, No Quarter - In a fight, it is rare that a foe will not at some point consider fleeing if they are on the back foot. This power is intended to dissuade that option, and to punish whoever takes it. Choosing a number of targets to enact this power upon, Legio generates a sort of semi-visible mobile boundary, encompassing whoever he has targeted (which can optionally include himself sans negative effects if he is to be involved in this battle, but must include both sides of a combat no matter what their alliance to Legio is), with the field growing larger the more individuals are encompassed within it, with the final size allowing for anything from one-on-one duels to entire epic-scale combats. So long as the majority of targets are not considering escape, the field moves roughly with all individuals within, Legio included, and those within are protected from external interference; yet the moment one side truly considers fleeing, routing, or otherwise exiting combat, the field's position locks, and any foes who pass from inside to outside in an attempt to escape (though not to pursue those who try to escape) are cursed.
The Coward's Curse can affect even gods, albeit to a somewhat lesser degree than it does mortal and immortal creatures, and runs as follows: until such time as the Coward returns to face whichever enemy they were previously fighting, all wounds they suffer (including from the battle) will fail to heal properly, staying open far longer than usual even if they would usually heal very rapidly, reopening with the slightest hint of exertion, and typically become badly infected even if it should not be plausible for infection to take hold. Similarly, the Coward is rendered unable to recover any magic or stamina they have used, either from the battle itself or their subsequent exertions, and will eventually collapse and die of enervation if they do not return to fight. They will also find themselves irrationally terrified of even the most mundane things, making it nigh-impossible for them to engage in activities and events they would usually be comfortable with combined with the constant, maddening knowledge of roughly where the foe they fled from is located, these latter two effects attempt to drive the Coward to face their enemy once more.
The Coward's Curse cannot be lifted save through the Coward coming back to finish their fight, making themselves visibly known to the foe beforehand to assure their courage is recovered, or else if Legio himself is persuaded to lift the Curse personally. Should they flee once again, the Curse will make its comeback as if it had never been lifted to begin with; should the Coward try to attack their enemy whilst they are unaware, or worse yet be hunted down by their foe instead of vice versa, the Curse will only strengthen further, beginning to actively inflict unhealing wounds and drain the Coward's magic and energy even when doing nothing, and so all but ensuring the Coward's eventual demise.

Godly Equipment:
The Golden Hoplon - A suit of well-decorated golden armour, as seen above. The armour itself is unencumbering despite its bulk, and extraordinarily hard and tough, very difficult to penetrate or crush even with high-quality Godsbane weapons; what makes it truly powerful, however, is the fact that it shields its wearer from negative mental effects such as fear or mind control, as well as projecting an aura of bravery and stamina that imbues those fighting for Legio to keep up pressure against a foe no matter how much they would otherwise be flagging - very useful for avoiding a rout, but it could also work against them if a retreat would in fact be the most pertinent option.
The Blade Imperium - A weapon forged for Legio back in the time when he aspired for Boletia's ascendancy as the sole human empire, this is not only an incredibly well-crafted Godsbane sword in its own right, as seen above, but a strong focus for Legio's own magical abilities. By imbuing his power into it, he can generate a telekinetic effect far more extreme than usual that manifests as incorporeal flames around the sword, allowing it to cut through most substances like water, launch slashes of force as long-distance strikes, produce makeshift barriers to guard against enemy attacks, or even generate a sort of psychic whip to strike his enemies with.
The Claw of Man's Mastery - An immensely large Godsbane gauntlet with blades for fingers, as seen above. Much like the Blade Imperium, the Emperor can focus his power into the blades to let them safely hold or sharply cut through most materials, though with nothing like as much strength or control as the Blade Imperium. Instead, the Claw's effects are intended to enhance the best aspects of humanity, emitting an aura that substantially amplifies the capabilities of most humans in its range to better push them toward their perceived destiny - their strength and speed are boosted beyond normal human limits, they acquire a healing factor that can stitch together light to moderate wounds in relatively short order, and their minds enter a state of thought that is improved both quantatively and qualitively compared to usual, letting the average soldier fight with greater effectiveness, and allowing their leaders to develop complex and brilliant tactics and strategies on the fly.

Demi Gods: Typically, Legio does not fornicate frivolously. Very rarely is it a necessity for diplomatic purposes, but for the most part, he prefers to keep to long-term partners - so far, he has yet to experience such a relationship with a god, but has experienced love with mortals in the past. From the most recent such relationship, he has borne two children: Narrakk and Astaros Ophus.



The Land of Emanule

Lands: It is disingenuous to suggest that humans have a main country, widespread across the mortal realm as they are. However, being that Mankind is Legio's prime domain, his own physical realm is largely derived from where humans have most deeply settled at any given time. Consequently, Legio's primary country is a nation called "Emanule" by its people. The land bears a roughly-pentagonal border tilted slightly on to its South-East corner, wholly exposed to nearby ocean from North-North-East to South-East, with its borders tied to other lands beyond this. Closer to the sea, Emanule's land grows temperate, including grasslands and deciduous forests*, whilst the further West one travels, the cooler and hillier the land grows, with fewer forests and somewhat more evergreen flora. Across the land, naturally, are various human cities, towns, and villages, the country's capital of Ephrum sitting just below the country's centerpoint, connected by its largest road to the next two largest cities, Legornack to the farthest East and Thatanos in the Western hills, though some settlements of dwarves do exist in the West too.
*Short of oversights, all forests deciduous or not are thoroughly cleared of hostile flora and fauna by any humans living nearby, for fear of a certain duo of deities acting against them. That in mind, Emanule's flora and fauna are relatively mundane, similar to those of medieval countries such as England or France.

People: Aside from a few dwarven settlements, the vast majority of Emanule's people are human, with a few Dwarven settlements in its Western parts. Typically, Emanule is not exceptionally warm or cool, and so its people are mostly light-skinned, with a reasonable variety of hair and eye colours across the board, though skin tones do shift toward a mild tan as one moves toward the warmer Eastern parts of the country.

Culture: Emanule's society is, for the most part, very meritocratic in nature: smaller villages demand it in order to sustain themselves, whilst towns and cities require it to ensure all are living to their fullest potential, be it in the arts, sciences, trade, leadership, or in simple hard labour as some are wont to aim for. Even for the breadline poor, life is somewhat lavicious - an Emanulian home considered ascetic often has a flowing style to it evocative of former Boletia, whilst the ultra-rich often manage to acquire artwork and sculptures from Boletia itself and other dead civilisations from around that time period through various means.
Evidently, it is a nation of significant wealth, and its architecture and common pastimes reflect this, yet oddly enough, it is surprisingly lacking in religious worship. The only major deity worshipped throughout the whole country is Legio himself, supposedly for blessing them with his presence and protection for so much time, and whilst other deities may be worshipped within individual households, only the God-Emperor of Man has his churches within this land, for good or ill.

Technology: Emanule's technology lies firmly within the early Renaissance era, with its human inhabitants having discovered the scientific method of research, the crank and connecting rod, and the printing press during the civil war proper; with the assistance of the country's dwarves, weapon technology has begun to adapt toward matchlock guns, and arquebuses and muskets alike are increasingly wide-spread weapons, though for their reliability medieval-era melee weapons, longbows, and crossbows all remain commonplace amongst many troops.

Capital: As stated above, the capital city of Emanule is called Ephrum, closely followed in size by Legornack and Thatanos. Evidently named after the former King of Gods, Ephrum is a city of around 150000 inhabitants and 38 kilometers in diameter, largely focused on trading between the next two largest cities and many other cities and towns in Emanule, rendering it an especially mercantile location with almost city-state-like power. This is only further supported by the fact that Emanule's monarchy has situated itself within Ephrum, granting the place a lot of social protection, not to mention substantial military strength.

Beings: Emanule is not home to any particular immortal races, and indeed not so few human nations are similar, since Legio has but rarely seen fit to create new entities himself (though plenty of human nations do integrate members of other races as well, comparatively tolerant as they are). The one exception to this lies in the form of those humans who Legio has seen fit to, in essence, uplift.

Name: Aela AKA The Bright Maiden, The first breath.

Gender: Female

Appearance: One the shorter side for a deity, Aela stands at just above twelve feet tall. Almost elf like in her proportions, though any elf would tell you there is far more meat on the bones of the goddess than any of them. Aela is often described as a beauty with fine features and deep blue eyes, porcelain skin with a healthy flush and flowing golden locks that seem to shine in the light.

She tends to dress like an ancient queen, preferring flowing gowns of lightest cotton and silk with her hair done up in whatever style pleases her at the time. Though she keeps things like jewels to a minimum, seeming to have little interest in trinkets except for her divine sigil.

Personality: The ancient stories once spoke of Aela the sweet maiden of the fields. Brought into the world bright and pure, the fondest creation of the age and doted upon by the All-Father with gifts and indulgences for her kind temperament. The maiden of the living and bringer of health and new breath was loved by the mortals she came across for wherever she went the world was made better by her presence. Though she was one of those gods bound to a celestial cycle of life and death something far and distant and never truly understandable as compared to the patrons of more physical concepts. This, combined with the rose tinted existence she experienced in her youth made Aela somewhat distant compared to other gods, her view of the world being one of "The Bigger Picture". Yet she was always curious about the mortals that flocked to her for aid and learning about the world these little things lived in.

It was that same curiosity and lust for life that would lead to some of Aela's most famous misadventures, the young goddess often proving one who leaped before she looked.

Alas the vibrant and wide eyed girl is gone, swept away by the fires of war. What remains is a woman made wary and cynical of others, who questions her own peaceful ways and whether the lives she saved during the war would have been better off letting go. Bitterness has replaced her warm fondness towards many of her own kind, both those who fought and those who stayed neutral depending on their reasons and their actions and though she may not raise a hand to them she is happy to spit verbal poison to their faces.

Major Domain: Life - When Aela stood before the king for the first time Ephra proclaimed "The font of creation has been given shape". Though she cannot claim dominion over any particular form of creation Aela radiates a potent life force of more raw power than any other deity. Where she walks the elderly strengthen in their stride and the colour returns to the faces of the sick, land rendered dead seems to quicken for a time and the pain of old wounds fades. Among mortals she is worshiped as the giver of life, good health, and a patron of healers.

Minor Domains: Rivers - Running through the land like veins. Points of fresh water became the birthplace of countless cities and settlements. When she was younger Aela would often stop by the small streams that ran across her given lands, enjoying their cool embrace and babbling music of the water. Her true pact with them came the day Thatos, still brash and young, carved an inlet from the sea into Aela's given lands and cut the earth into the Salren.

Theatre - Stories are food for the soul. Aela lives a more relaxed life as far as deities go, avoiding violence and conflict if she can but she finds great enjoyment in stories of heroes and daring adventure. Her followers found a great way to win her patronage was to put on shows for the goddess in their midst. Aela has gone on to heap great rewards on the writers and players that can tell a story that might move her, be it a raucous comedy or tearful tragedy, she is a lover of story telling and its art.

Weaknesses: Violence - Aela has always been a pacifist. The ability to bring harm to others was never in her nature and the skill was never something she had or looked to learn. She isn't a fighter and any power she might bring to defend herself is something born out of desperation rather than martial prowess. Should violence ever break out around her Aela would need to look to a protector.

True death - The natural order is in place for a reason. Aela may be able to heal grievous wounds and illnesses, even bring someone back from the brink of death but once they have crossed that threshold she must respect the balance.

Avatar: Taul, the old man of the river. The king of turtles. Taul looks like any other turtle of the waterways, except that his vast size makes his shell large enough for two gods to ride upon cross-legged, though the old man is far too proud to be used as a beast of burden. It is said that every healing herb that has ever grown and ever will has found a spot to grow upon his shell.

Stance: The war is over and is with mortal conflicts now should be a time of rebuilding and healing. The power vacuum is an issue and Aela fears that the political machinations and factions will eventually cause more bloodshed before a power sits the throne once again. After the heartbreak she suffered during the war Aela would rather stay out of the matter and let the others bicker among themselves. Privately she suspects that there is one member of the pantheon that could be worthy of sitting the throne... time will tell if they prove her right.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Aela was a pacific from the beginning and begged for peace from both sides and offered the wounded aid in her lands whoever they might be so long as their weapons be bound within their sheaths.

Center of Power: A broach inlaid with white diamonds and pearls, arrayed in intricate patterns and threaded through gold. It casts off a light described by poets as "As beautiful as the morning son, as gentle as the moon's soft glow." It was given to her by the All-Father upon her arrival into the world.

Relations: Major relations listed here.
EPHRA (Deceased) - Dear Father, how she loved him so. Ephra's flaws were never so terrible Aela couldn't work past them and his tempers never so fiery that his cherished daughter could not calm him peacefully. Until it was too late. The world is darker now for his absence and it may never recover.

THATOS (Deceased) - She always had a thing for "Bad Boys" when she was younger, a thing that never went away thanks to Thatos. The two would always fight when they first met, a thing that gave way to a more tender passion. The love between them never fully faded even when they parted ways... the pairing of war and life can never be a truly lasting one. Aela always thinks of him when she looks upon the great river he cut for her in the early days.

ASMODAY - He's not so scary once you get to know him, it's the horns and dark eyes, they seem to have really hurt his public opinion among some of the mortals. Their first true encounter came after one of the gods' countless revelries when drunk on ambrosia the two of them decided to actually bring one of Aela's favourite plays to life and give a mourning mortal a deal and challenge to bring their loved one out of the underworld. They failed horribly but the two gods formed an unexpected friendship out of it. Aela was surprised by just how similar they are.

KORITOMO - Her sweet daughter. Aela never wanted this for her. She's all that's left of his legacy now. The young one has some large boots to fill. It's beyond rare for a new god to rise in this late age and this one is looks to make things interesting. A shield where her father was a sword... hopefully she will not fall to the same traps the last holder of war's mantle did. Mother and daughter drawn down such different paths it is as if they belong in a story.

Powers: As said, Aela isn't a fighter. She doesn't carry armour or a weapon, when forced to she doesn't deal in such physical and mortal concepts but instead summons raw energy and power to defend her as well as the natural river waters of the world.

Aela posses what mortal scholars have called "A divine healing factor". Cuts and injuries that damage her body overflow with light and heal almost as quickly as they appear. She may not be able to put up much of a fight but that doesn't mean she is easy to kill.

She can summon concentrated waves of water to batter back enemies if near a river or weak shields of energy to defend her almost like a buckler, though they tend to shatter after a single hard hit.

Her true power lies in the healing arts, after all it was Aela who first taught them to mortals and lead to the creation of the various orders of scientific leaning healers and the white mages that hold their cathedral in her capital. Aela is the bane of disease and injury, her power has saved gods from the brink of death and stopped would be epidemics in their tracks.

Her form of "Clerical" magic also has spectacular effect on creature afflicted by the curse of undeath. After all it in itself is a form of disease and though Aela must respect the rights of death, these creatures still hold a foot in her realm of influence and that gives her a means to purify their health in ways that "corrupt" their infernal hold on the material world.

Godly Equipment: The clear water vessels -

The Carafe holds the crystal clear waters of the Salren river, treated by Aela herself, the magic of the carafe means the waters within will never run out so long as the river remains healthy. She pours cups for any who visit her, the cool drink revitalises those who drink it, wiping away the weariness of the road.

The bowl is a shallow thing but in a time honoured fashion the water within allows the user to look within and scry an image of the world. Aela mostly uses it for her personal entertainment and a source of gossip. Unfortunately it doesn't emit any sound.

Demi Gods: Zareth, The Grey Wanderer.
A mortal who Aela imbued with a piece of her own power. She found Zareth as a baby, abandoned on the banks of the Salren. Normally she would have delivered the child to a mortal family to raise or over to the white mages... but Aela doubted any of those parties would take him.

For the child was born sickly pale... and with a tiny pair of horns jutting from his head. Clearly one of his parents was of infernal origin, a shameful thing in some cultures, and he had been left for the wilderness. His tiny form and wailing cries touched the goddess who saved him from the starvation and cold that was about to claim him.

Now Zareth is a young man in his own right, standing at ten feet tall, slender and lithe. His horns have gorwn to arc over his head like a crown and long black hair flows behind them, usually kept in a ponytail. He tends to wear light tunics and loose fitting clothes. His name comes from the grey cloak that Aela gifted him upon his coming of age. A quiet and sober soul, Zareth rarely stays in one place for too long, wandering the lands and seeing what they have to offer. Though he rarely acts out loudly he has a strong sense of morality and is quick to come to the aid of those that need it, earning him a heroic reputation among mortals, one he seems to shun.

Eventually he always makes his way back to his adopted mother to visit and the city of Tosho No Hi where he learned swordcraft in his youth. He's also often drawn to the underworld in a quest to learn more about his parentage.

Name of your Land: Shan'Rael

Lands: The land of Shan'Rael is located on the western coast of the world's major landmass. It is of a Mediterranean climate with rich soils and white sanded beaches. The waters of its coastline and bays range from deep azure to bright teals. The inland is made up of rolling fields and large hills the further inland one goes. It is run through with rivers the largest of which is the mighty Salren, that makes its way through the heart of her lands and has since grown to birth hundreds of estuaries and waterfalls. Some more cynical types have called Shan'Rael sickeningly idyllic but such are the life goddess' tastes and such is how she works to keep her lands, a place that seems to beckon for life to rise and settle along the river banks.

People: The elves were the first to settle Shan'Rael. Not all were made for the wilderness of the forest and those that came to the riverbanks flourished under Aela's nurturing guidance. This long lived race learned from the gods and built their first villages, some of which grew into grand cities, some of the oldest in the world, as befits the chosen of an old god.

In time humans and dwarfs also began to emigrate to Shan'Rael. Nomadic humans were drawn by the fertile soil and bountiful game, setting down roots and eventually even intermarrying with the local elves. The dwarfs came much later, drawn by stories of the grand cities and the opportunities for the artisans within.

The fourth race are the halflings. No one's really sure where they came from, some think they were a result of humans and dwarfs marrying. Even Aela can't remember when they first arrived but the little folk quickly won her over with their peaceful ways and love for the land, building their beautiful villages and underhill halls.

Culture: The smaller settlements are quiet affairs. The people there go about their lives, taking in the harvest and living quiet lives. The cities are often considered centers of culture and in some cases learning. Theatres and the arts thrive here and unsurprisingly the hospitals are the envy of the world. Though the residents are often considered soft and snobby, especially the self styled High Elves.

Aela prefers not to interfere too much in mortal affairs and so the populace are ruled by council officials. In the countryside however most villages are run by mayors or more unofficially by village elders.

Technology: Shan'Rael is an old nation and though it's technology may not be on the same level as Thethoth, time and the patience of its long lived inhabitants has made its infrastructure and centres of academia something to be proud of. As said its places and practitioners of healing are unrivaled.

One thing that is often noted upon (and thought of as something that has held back its scientific minds) is the balance that the city states have struck between urbanization and nature. due to a mixture of Aela's teachings and the history and longevity of the elves the inhabitants are always sure to make sure their expansion does not cause undue harm to the land. If a tree is cut down two more are planted. As a result this has often kept Shan'Rael's industry on a small and local scale.

Capital:

Cader Theris "The seat of plenty". Like all cities in Shan'Rael it has no walls and only a small garrison of defenders who act more as a city watch than an actual army. It is home to the world's largest theatre "The Canvas House" where all actors and playwrights aspire to showcase their art, and countless smaller venues often referred to as being "Off Canvas".

Other landmarks include illustrious Rael University, the premier academy of doctors and healers in the realm. It shares facilities with the Shan Enclave, Aela's clergy and an order of clerics more commonly known as white mages who's cathedral spawned the main campus. Together they represent magical and scientific healing arts! The two schools respect each other but there has always been something of a rivalry between them and students of the shared grounds are often being reprimanded for playing pranks on each other.

Shan Catherdral/Rael University


Aela also keeps a penthouse in both the university and the Canvas theatre, preferring them to a full blown palace. She prefers something cozy and when not in the city she stays at her true home. A cottage built in the style of halfling architecture. To her it is a little getaway in the country, hidden away by her charms and power so that no mortal might stumble upon her private space.

Aela's cottage:


Beings: Pixies - Tiny and benine. They appear as flying balls of light to most mortals, obscuring their tiny form. They like milk and honey.

Merlings - A form of merfolk, thought to be an offshoot of the jellyfolk. Like their saltwater kin they are silent. They tend to avoid land dwellers but prefer the warmth of the shallows.

Ents - tend to the woodlands and safeguard their beasts. They are always sure to speak up if woodsmen get too greedy. In the early days Aela was forced to step in and helped mediate the treaty that has dictated forestry laws in Shan'Rael to this day. Some have become such strong presences in the land that they have served as sages to nearby villages. One famous ent by the name of Whipporwill even serves on a city council.

Demi-dogs: Aela LOVES dogs! Adores them! In the earliest of times when they first began to take shape from their wolf ancestors she took as many as she could into her home and it is said that the dogs of today are all descended from her great pack. Though not magical it is undeniable that the dogs of Shan'Rael are incredibly intelligent, barking and acting as if they understand what is said to them.

Name: Telios - The Sun Lord

Gender: Male

Appearance: Telios stands at fourteen feet tall, weighing 1,300 pounds. He has a powerful muscular build with blonde shoulder length hair and piercing hazel eyes. His skin tone is tanned. On his right shoulder is a large sun tattoo.

Personality: Telios is a very confident and bold god. He speaks directly, wanting communication to be precise and to the point. He doesn't deal in uncertainty; preferring things to be set in stone. Just as the sun illuminates all things, so he makes his intentions perfectly clear. If he dislikes someone, he tells them to their face. If he falls in love, you'd better believe they're going to hear about it. And he does not give up easily. He likes to watch and partake in elaborate games, testing strength, will and passion. Telios enjoys a good party, loving a good time. He is always on the lookout for the perfect bride and currently had his eyes set on the Goddess of War. He likes getting people to work together for common goals. Telios is protective and caring to the those he loves. If another crosses one of them, he will not hesitate to offer his full support and strike the aggressor/s down with a vengeance. He is bored by politics, but realizes there is a time and place for it. Telios feels a sense of duty towards the throne after his father's demise and believes himself to be the rightful heir to the throne. He harbors certain feelings of resentment toward those who warred against Ephra. He tries not to let it effect his actions towards them often.

Major Domain: The Sun.

Minor Domains: The Sky and Purity.

Weaknesses: Telios' major weaknesses are; intrigue, deceit and plots. He sees things from a very upfront view, rarely being able to discern the hidden intentions of the heart. Despite being able to easily illuminate and eliminate direct threats (physical, magical etc.), Telios' status as firstborn heir has blinded him to the threats, trickery, and conspiracies that others frequently utilize.

If other's conspired against him, without the help of faithful allies, his light could be snuffed out. That isn't to say that he is stupid. Only that if someone he trusts or believes to have good intentions turns on him, he would be blindsided by it. Another weakness of his is that any wounds he receives in his human or war form cannot be healed simply by turning into light. God weapons are able to wound him even in his ethereal light form. While in his war form, Telios expends a fair amount of energy and is not able to stay in it longer then a day at a time.

Your Avatar: is the most perfect creation of Telios' domain. He spent many years trying to perfect it until it was finally fashioned. A being made of pure sunlight, yet is able to maintain a physical form through condensing its' energy. It is the only creature that receives all of its' sustenance from the sun. Having no need for prey. The phoenix's size, weight and wingspan differs anywhere from a few feet, fifty pounds to forty-five feet and thousands of pounds.

The real strengths' the phoenix possesses is in its' speed, power and rebirth abilities. Its' normal speed is that of the fastest birds of prey. When it is in its' ignited form, however, it is able to reach speeds of hundreds of miles per hour. It's abilities include; flapping it's wings to create blasts of super heated flames, melting solid objects with its' talons into liquid, and even reverting into a light form to fly underwater, albeit unable to produce its' signature flame. It can also slam into enemies directly. The fastest of dive bombers. It explodes upon impact with devastating, purifying light/flame to the immediate area. Afterward, out of the ashes, it will rise again in a smaller form.

It is extremely hard to destroy, due to it constantly rising out of the ashes that it turns into after death. Because of the domain of purity, it is able to burn corruption, death, undeath and darkness with an even greater ferocity. If one is able to entrap, submerge or eliminate the ashes a phoenix rises from, it can be defeated. It takes roughly a week for the Avatar Pheonix to regain its' full size, though if Telios empowers it, the avatar can be reformed within an hour.

Stance: Being the firstborn of Ephra has given Telios a sense of duty. He believes that he must take on the burden of leadership that his father once had. After all, the firstborn is next in the line of succession. Though he believes the pantheon should look much different. Starting with him as the head with a similarly powered, close line of upper gods. Followed by the regular ones.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Telios was an adamant supporter of King Ephra. He fought directly by his side leading many of his own against the usurpers.

Center of Power: is the size of a softball colored with a glowing yellow/orange flame as bright as the sun itself. It is housed within Telios' temple within the city of Dawn.

Relations:
Allies: Nature(!), Stars(^), Storms(?), Fertility(?), Knowledge(?), Dragons(!), Justice(^), Predator(!)
Friends: War, Mankind, Life, Hunt, Creation
Neutral: Sea, Death, Lust, Underworld/Death?, Sorrows, Forge, Dream, Moon
Dislikes: Corruption, Darkness, Mischief, Murder, Fire, Ice
Hostile: Undeath

Powers: Telios is a powerful being of light and purity. Trained by his father Ephra in the art of war and command, he institutes his experiences in battle. Telios is able to perform clever tactics, outwitting his enemies in a fight through feints, mind games and field control.

He uses the power of light combined with purity to banish undeath, darkness and other forms of blight through light and purity. This light can span from a few degrees to thousands depending on the concentration and energy used. His preferred method of attack is from the sky in his personal chariot carried by summoned pegasil. There he can rain down flashes and beams of concentrated light which incinerate objects beneath like heat lasers. He can fly without the chariot, but he prefers to ride alongside his soldiers in similar fashion.

He can fashion energy into miniature suns which explode on impact in a fusion reaction. These can cause enormous destruction beneath. His light can illuminate the darkest of forces as well as pierce through powerful illusions, magical or otherwise. His piercing light sees through the deception.

Solar flare is an ability he can use to blind all manner of enemies with the brightest light imaginable. Even gods are effected by it, and sight is severely limited to them. While in war form, he can keep his solar flare active blinding enemies and allies alike. He can move at extremely fast speeds, turning himself into light to almost teleport across the land and sky.

His skill with the gladius and hoplite shield are nothing to be underestimated either. Telios is able to fight with his preferred weapons at masterful levels. Almost rivaling War in his ability.

Concerning defense, Telios is able to form bubbles of hard-light energy that displace physical and magical attacks to a certain strength. His shield burns and deflects most normal attacks before they reach him and as a fallback, his armor can burn the rest. When in combat the intense heat that emanates from himself and his equipment can reach the levels of the sun. Due to his sky domain, he is able to levitate and move objects around him in a large radius.

Godly Equipment: Telios' equipment consists of; a gladius sword, hoplite shield, helmet, and a full set of armor. All of these items are made with the densest materials and powerful light Telios is capable of creating. His gladius sword, armor and shield are able to reach degrees as hot as the sun itself while he releases his energy in war form. His sword can cut through just about anything the heat of a star could, imbued with purity essence. Telios can also send out beams of light from his gladius sword that burn beings and gods alike. The width of these beams is about a foot in diameter. They move at the speed of light, able to reach their targets extremely fast. His shield burns and repels attacks that reach him, while his armor protects him as a last resort.

Demi Gods:
First son: Telos was born from one of Telios' own people. He stands 9 ft tall and weighs approx 350 pounds. He is 19 years of age. He is currently training with the goddess of war to learn better skills in combat and to rule with his father. He has a inward, ambitious personality. He rarely sees eye to eye with his father, though he does respect him. He has most of the abilities of his father, albeit much lesser in power. his desire is to one day become a God himself.

Name of your Land: Solas

Lands: Solas is a land of plains, rivers, mountains and a vast expanse of open sky. There is only day within Solas, no night. Rivers run through large portions of the land. In the center of the land are huge mountains that can be seen from all around. At the top of the highest mountain is the capital city of Dawn. The Sun God temple is in this city. Here is where politics and riches are in full motion. One of its' greatest attractions is "The Sky Games." There are many cliff faces and scenic views from the heights of the mountains, along with watchtowers and flying creature aviaries. These aviaries are where the creatures of prey are kept and bred for war. At the base of the mountains, are valleys that larger bodies of water rest at, flowing into rivers across the plains. These plains span in a circular radius from the valleys in every direction forming a circle around them, in the shape of the sun. There are many towns, cities and ranches spanning the plains. All the materials of the land were created by Telios, besides water. These materials were imbued with the essence of his light within them. This results in minerals, plains, rivers and all other objects within his realm to have the essence of purity within them.

People: The main intelligent race of Solas are the Sun Folk. They are a race of humanoids that derive their sustenance directly from sunlight and water. They are slightly wider and bulkier in girth then typical humans and are tougher then the average human. They sport yellow/orange like skin. They were created by the purest of essences of light Telios had available. This results in a race that is incorruptible by outside forces. They do not sleep, but bask in the glow of the sun to refresh themselves. If they do not receive their natural food/water they will perish over time.

Culture: The Sun Folk are builders, warriors, artisans and craftsmen. They have no need for food so they dedicate that time to building great works as well as training the creatures of the land. They enjoy competition and often watch and play within The Sky Games. They forge equipment and weapons from materials imbued with Telios' light. All things made from Solas are made with essence of light. This gives all buildings, goods, materials and other crafted objects a certain golden gleam to them. The architecture of the Sun Folk is that of a Greco-Roman bent. Columns, pillars and the like. There is a class system of sorts; the upper, middle and lower. Since all needs are met by the sun, there is rarely any animosity for differing classes. Everyone is capable of raising themselves and their families through merit.

Technology: The technology level of Solas is that of a late Roman era of civilization before the dark ages. Their charioteers and pegasil riders are able to take to the skies and rain down arrows of fire and light. All weapons, armor and equipment are imbued directly with the essence of purity and light of Telios. This allows them to withstand greater punishment, especially from darker forces. On the offense, their weapons are imbued with this same energy which makes defeating dark forces easier. Everything is stamped with the symbol of the sun.

Capital: The Capital of Solas is Telios inhabits a large temple above the top of the center most mountain overlooking all of Solas. This temple is an enormous acropolis. It is able to land on the earth and float in the air. In order to reach it in the air, one must climb to the top of the highest mountain and be lifted up by a beam of light. Underneath are vast expanses of buildings lining the the flat top of the mountain. Here, the Sun Folk's aristocrats discuss politics, war, and governance of the land that Telios' is bored by. He is informed only of the most important of matters. are one of the greatest attractions of Dawn. Here all manner of sports ranging from; combative, racing, archery, lifting, and magic are played. Great warriors, magicians and many other athletes compete for great wealth and honor. In recent years, Telios has decreed that other nations and gods are welcome to compete in The Sky Games. With this he hopes to improve comradeship among the fractured gods. Only those who are neutral, friendly or allies of The Sun Lord are welcome to attend.

Beings: Other beings that inhabit the land of Solas are phoenixes, griffins, pegasil, hawks, eagles and countless other creatures of the air. On the ground are the main food of the predators; the sun bison. They roam the plains and eat of the grass of the fields. Large animals with tusks. They give a plentiful amount of meat to the hunter creatures. For warfare, trained griffins are given armor and used in combat. They are ferocious beasts, with the speed of an eagle, but the strength of a lion. Pegasil are used by scouts, cavalry and even for use domestically. They make for a very effective means of travel. The phoenix is the most intelligent of the creatures and follows its' creator's voice very closely, obeying his will.

Name: Azah
Titles: Highest Judge, Shield of the Innocent, The Grand Arbiter, Abolisher of Lies

Gender: Female, does not change genders or her form.

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Personality:

Azah values honesty and directness is everything she does and expects from those around her. While lying to her is nearly impossible, even for some of the Gods if they feel a connection to the concept of justice, it still can be done. Azah does understand that many do not share this idea with her though. While she is an idealist she recognizes the fact that lies exist. Instead of assuming all tell the truth she endeavors to root out the real facts as much as she can. Taking a keen interest in what people say and how they act. Azah is often much more of a listener than a speaker, keeping silent until she knows exactly what she needs to say. Her words carry much weight when she does chose to speak though and entreats a certainty in all her statements as if they were law.

The Highest Judge is often thought of as a humorless Goddess, but, this is not entirely true. While she does enjoy the honest jests and games of many beings she has a tendency to not express that feeling openly, often only showing a hint of amusement in her eyes as the only outward sign. She holds all of her emotions deeply in check at all times, analyzing each with the mind of a scholar before considering their reason and value. While she feels just as deeply as any other she keeps them hidden to preserve her unbiased appearance. This is not just a show however, when she does feel something it is taken into account like any other piece of evidence.

Once a course of action is undertaken by Justice she can be utterly implacable in its execution. She is not swayed once her mind is made up. Only those who bring new information to the table that is valuable could have a hope of changing her course. Resolute action is her specialty, however, she often is somewhat slow to act in many cases. Each action requires careful consideration to make sure it is the right course after all.

Major Domain: Justice

Minor Domains: Truth and Punishment

Weaknesses:

No One is Above Justice:
Azah is held by a power greater than herself to the Court of Heavenly Truth. She can not lie, break any oaths given, break the law, or harm anyone who has not been found guilty of crimes against the laws of men they are beholden to or the heavens. She can not partake in the actions of spies, assassins, or thieves nor can she abide them to go on without judgement. If she knows of a plot that is against the Mandate of Heaven, she must oppose it, even if that means working against her allies who might not be so steadfast in their morals.

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Stance: Azah does not want to be the new master of the Gods, however, she knows that someone must sit the throne and is unsure if any are worthy aside from herself. A higher order must be established. At the moment she has thrown her support behind the most worthy heir, Telios.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Ephra, the rightful King. All who did not support him are rebels.

Center of Power:
The Censure of Truth: A two-fist size ball on the end of a long chain that Azah always carries. The Censure has small holes in its dull metal surface that constantly produce a thin gray smoke. This smoke smells like savory woods and herbs, calming and pleasant to all who are innocent of crimes. To those who have committed crimes against law or heaven find the smell disturbing and repulsive., repelled by the very air they breathe, finding it choking.

Relations:
Allies:
Telios, The Sun God
Legio, The God of Mankind

Friendly:
Koritomo, Goddess of War
X, God of Knowledge
Anyone who supported Ephra in the Civil War

Neutral:
Any who remained neutral in the Civil War (With some exceptions)

Unfriendly:
Typhonne, Goddess of Storms (Remained neutral but was inconsistent)

Hostile:
Sleeth Rethrah, God of Murder
Josarae, Goddess of Corruption
Any who supported War in the Civil War

Powers:

The Highest Judge:
Azah hears the cases of any who wish her to do so and makes the proper judgement. In order for her to do this she needs to know all laws from everywhere. Her aspect of Justice fills her mind with any changes in the laws of all lands as soon as they happen. She can cite cases from those lands' courts with no issue and with perfect accuracy. The mind of Justice never needs to be informed of the laws, for, she knows them better than perhaps even those who crafted them.

Mandate of Truth:
Before The Highest Judge, there is no deception or hiding. All illusions melt away as she looks on them, revealed to all. All lies choke in the mouths of those who would speak them and can not be uttered. All forms that are not natural to those who take them revolt and twist back to their normal shape, even gods being forced to their natural form before her. Those creatures twisted by corruption or the influence of the wild are not turned back as those forms have become the truth of those being but anything that willing has changed is subject to this force. Those who have conducted themselves innocently and followed the laws of their lands and Heaven see her as a shining symbol of glory and power. Those who have committed crimes feel fear and regret swell in their minds to the proportion of their crimes. The worst of which may throw themselves to the ground and beg for the mercy of Heaven if their will is less than divine.

Mandate of Punishment:
Those who have broken laws are clear to the eyes of The Abolisher of Lies. She sees through them to their crimes and with a proclamation of judgement, they are humbled before her Justice. Azah may find one affected negatively by The Mandate of Truth and announce her judgement on them. The worse the crimes they have committed, the worse the effect. At its mildest this results in tremors of fear and physical weakness as well as the clouding of them mind. At its worst this Mandate reduces the target to screaming heap of nothing but pain and guilt. They writhe on the ground incapable of any speech but to demand their own destruction in hopes of ending the torment. This Mandate is not all powerful and has no effect on divine foes or their avatars but it can reduce an army of dark hearted creatures to nothing more than a pile of pain and screams before the power of Justice.

Mandate of Mercy:
The innocent have nothing to fear and those who aid Justice find her mercy is infinite. With a proclamation of Mercy all of those who fight on behalf of Justice find themselves absolved of what they might have done, at least for now. They are immune to the Mandate of Truth for a time and feel the power of Justice course through them. They fight with a zeal and physicality that only an ideal could have. They feel no pain in the face of their enemies and strike with great force and speed.

Mandate of Protection:
Justice does not only smite the wicked, it protects those who are on the side of Justice. With a word Azah can bind the protection of Justice from one person to one of her servants. When this is done any wounds or suffering that would befall the first is instead inflicted on the second. If the protected individual would be slice in two, instead the servant of Justice is. It is the way of Justice to protect those who need it, even at the cost of life.

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Judgement:
The great golden spear of The Grand Arbitrator. This twenty foot spear shines with the golden light of truth and gleams with ancient heavenly runes. An identical spear is carried by Raqiel but does not have the great power this holy weapon does. Judgement can not harm anyone who has not committed any crime and passes through them as though they were made of smoke. However, anyone struck solidly with this lance of Heavenly power is filled with light, their eyes burning golden for a second before their very essence is committed to oblivion. Even a God struck with this powerful weapon who has committed offense to the Mandate of Heaven finds themselves destroyed, for, no one is above justice. When this spear is thrown and someone is suffering from the Mandate of Punishment, Azah can direct the spear to them, flying unerringly to their heart or focus of energy. She can call back the spear with a thought, Judgement returning to her hands with a golden flash.

Any slain by this heavenly lance are destroyed but they do not find themselves committed to the underworld as one might expect. Instead, their souls are suddenly sat in a blinding white courtroom with one one judge sitting before them. The court is Heaven's Trial, and the judge, is Azah. This court happens seemingly in a place removed from time and takes no effort on the part of Azah. Before this final judgement there are only two options: Confess one's sins in honesty and throw yourself on the mercy of The Heavenly Trial, or, stand by your crimes, weasel and deny, lie. For those who confess and ask for mercy it is given. Their souls are sent to Raqiel for half of the normal sentence before they are released back to the energy of the world and perhaps to reincarnate if such a thing is for them. For those who do not, they are bound to the form of Raqiel forever, their energy powering the Avatar of Justice for all time.

Halo of The Highest Judge:
This rune etched halo hovers just over and behind the head of Azah at all times. It is her symbol of office just as much as her Center of Power is. When Azah speaks her Mandates the runes pulse with power and flare bright gold. As she finishes these proclamations the air behind her shines bright with golden light and twelve of her Holy Seraphs spill forth to aid her in her judgement.

Armor of Innocence:
Clad in shimmering silver plated armor of divine metal hovers The Shield of Innocence. The armor keeps the form of Azah safe from the unjust. The metal repels the weapons and bodies of those who have violated the law of Heaven or Earth, the guilty finding the armor utterly impervious to their attacks. The armor covers her torso and arms, gleaming with inner light.

Demi Gods: None

Name of your Land:
Mt. Wern (The Enclave)

Lands:

Mt. Wern is a tower peak that is the second tallest in the Sun God's range. The mountain itself starts as an alpine forest and slowly fades into the pure stone, scrub, and snow peak. The mountain though is perhaps the most normal of the lands and is in fact the only part of the lands. The Enclave is built into the slopes of the mountain from base to summit. The buildings of the massive City of Wern make up the most distinguishing features of the lands. Shelves of the mountain have been carved out and standing on them are large vertical towers that stand up like barbs along the sides of the rocky face. Topping the summit of the massive peak is the Crown of Wern. A giant tower stabbing up from the very top of the mountain, gleaming white in the light of day and night.

People:
The closest thing to naturally occuring people to The Enclave are The Sun Folk as Mt. Wern resides in the lands of the Sun God. However, there are others who live there. Some are migrants who have come to the slopes of the magestic peak to live in a just and nearly crimeless society. There are small pockets of humans and other races living in the great towers of The Enclave, but, always small in number.

The greatest portion of the population are The Heavenly Host. These beings are created from the will and power of Azah herself and are lacking in true will. They each are born into a Choir that determines what roles they will fulfill in The Enclave and execute that purpose to the best of their rather impressive ability. They have the freedom to chose what they do in their free time, if they have any, and can form relationships with other members of the Choir they live in or other races. Sometimes these relationships with other races result in a physical union. The children of these unions result in Nephilem, half Host and half of the other race. These hybrid children seem to inherit all of the best features and qualities of both parents and races with almost no drawbacks. They stand tall and physically powerful, wings sprouting from their back. They have a will of their own, not bound to Azah, however, they find it difficult to shake an overpowering desire to champion justice anywhere they go and often find themselves on literal crusades for just causes as if guided by instinct.

The last demographic of The Enclave are The Interned. A large population of both all those who have been tried and found guilty in the Courts of Heaven. These people have had their souls temporarily interned in the nexus of Raqiel, The Heavenly Warden, for a set period of time. Their mindless bodies are not put to waste though during their purifying stay in the heart of The First Among Seraphs. The Interned take orders from any member of the Host and work as servants to The Host in mundane tasks that require simple or no supervision. When The Interned's sentence has been served their spirits are returned to their body and then they may chose to return to their homes in other lands or stay if they wish. Many reformed Interned make up the non-Host population.

Culture:
The culture of The Enclave is less a society and more a complicated and powerful machine. Every aspect of The Enclave is created for the purpose of seeking and administering justice and law. Anyone in the world can petition The Enclave to have their case heard. They do chose to hear the cases petitioned if there is ample reason why there might not be a fair case in the land the crime took place. This can also be done as an appeal if such a thing is allowed by the land where the criminal is interned. The people who are not members of The Host who live there serve as assistants to The Host in their duties or as those in charge of keeping the mortal population alive with the limited space and resources of The Enclave.

Technology: Varies based on the people who live in The Enclave. Usually high medieval.

Capital:
The Enclave:
The Enclave is the name of the city that dominates the slopes and peak of Mt Wern. There are no other cities on Mt. Wern and instead it is all part of the super structure of The Enclave. The city is a system of spires and surrounding towers that are connected by small walkways. Most of the towers actually do not have any stairs in the building at all as most of the inhabitants of The Enclave are capable of flight. There are often systems of pullies operated by The Interned. The outside of the towers are covered with balcony gardens set up for aesthetics or food for the few mortals who live in The Enclave. Everything in the city is a stark and shining white trimmed with golds and silvers.

The pinnacle of the city is The Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Court is inhabited by only the highest tier of The Host and the interned. They wander and work in the spire at the summit of Mt Wern, the spire punching upwards to the clouds above. The Heavenly Courtroom itself sits at the top of the spire itself, open to the swirling air and freezing wind. It is here that Azah herself sits as judge for the highest of crimes and greatest of questions. Each of the other spires on Mt Wern are smaller recreations of The Heavenly Court, but, each is devoted to the laws and trials of each individual Godly domain. The aesthetic of each lesser tower is designed after the culture of the domain; plants, art, and architecture all inspired by the domain they are devoted to.At the top of each of these lesser towers sits a court to hear any and all who wold have the High Court hear their case. These lesser courts are judged by The Principal Choir of The Host.

Beings:

The Host:
The Heavenly Host are all beings made by the mind and will of Azah herself. They are each created for a purpose at their creation with only limited free will beyond that. They all have wings and stand at least nine feet tall and up to fifteen feet tall. The size and number of wings directly denote the Choir each of them belong to.

Name: Meztliyaotl (Moon Warrior)

Gender: Female

Appearance: Stands at 15ft


Personality: Meztliyaotl tends to enjoy creating an array of chaos, often picking fights just because she can rather than focusing on if she should or not. The Goddess enjoys blood-letting far more than any other God she knows, mostly because she derives her power from it. Even with her rather strange persona and her habit of flipping from oddly sweet to ready to kill someone within seconds, she has managed to keep friends within the rank of the Gods, some even unlikely allies.

Major Domain: Moon

Minor Domains: Chaos and Change

Weaknesses: Due to her reliance on the blood from sacrifices, should they stop or her people become unable to use captives as a source of offering her power wains to a point that she is not nearly as strong as she once was. No blood or bodily offerings means no additional power.

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Stance: Meztliyaotl does not want anyone on the throne, they much rather just be left to their own devices without anyone bothering them or pestering them for their choices. They also have no desire for the Throne, even if it would give them the freedom to do as they wish, they have no want to deal with the others.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: Far from Neutral, Meztliyaotl was by Thatos’s side from the moment he decided to usurp Ephyr due to their want for freedom from a ruler.

Center of Power: Her center of power is the very necklace she wears around her throat, she does not bother hiding it for she is not afraid to fight should anyone try to steal it.

Relations:

Allies:
Sleeth: God of Murder
Koritomo: Goddess of War
Leoric: God of Lust
Necrarch: God of Undeath

Friendly:
Typhonne: Goddess of Storms

Neutral:
Telios: God of the Sun
Oao: Deity of Darkness
Legio: God of Mankind
Polaris: God of the Stars

Hostile:
Azah: Goddess of Justice
Aela: Goddes of Life

Powers:
Blood Absorption: Meztliyaotl can absorb blood, while removing it from the source, into their body and use it in various ways, gaining some form of advantage, either by enhancing themselves, gaining the drained power, using it as power source etc. The length of time in which the power stays with her is dependant on the amount of blood absorbed. If it is a minor amount, it only lasts a day or two, large, mayhap a week. However, if someone is sacrificed to her and all their blood is offered the abilities and knowledge of that person passes to her for a month or more.

Blood Link: Meztliyaotl possesses a link to somebody/something through their blood. This could allow them to know each other's locations, share in other power(s) or other capabilities, this is something she only does with her most trusted person. Blood-letting or extensive anemia runs the risk of undoing the link.

Healing Blood: Meztliyaotl has blood that is heavily enriched with regenerative properties, which can keep them constantly healed and in optimal health as long as the blood keeps flowing within. By transfusing the blood to another, it can help boost the recipient's healing process. If given at large amounts, it can potentially permanently infuse the recipient with the power of regeneration.

Lunar Constructs: The Goddess of the Moon can turn lunar energy into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence. She is able to create almost anything as long as she has seen it before or has created it before.

Tides: The only thing the Goddess controls in relation to the Ocean, she affects the tides that lap at the shores of the land. Sometimes she enjoys messing with Legorian with this ability, though it never seems to truly bother him.

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Demi Gods: The Twins Cipactonal and Oxomoco

Cipactonal - The Demi-God of Astrology and the Calendar related to the Daytime. While he is the Lunar Goddesses son, he is more of a Sorcerer than anything. He is the reason the land of Lunalia has a Calendar in relation to the Sun, having used the Seasons and Sun as a means to do so.

Oxomoco - The Demi-God of Astrology and the Calendar related to the Night. Much like her brother, she a Sorcerer but her ability to create the Calendar with her brother relied on the Stars and Moon. She works hand and hand with her brother to ensure the people of the Floating Land can keep track of their Harvest and the seasons that roll across the lands.

Name of your Land: Lunalia

Lands: A floating land covered in eternal night, every plant and animal within her realm seems to have a ghostly glow to it, petals of plants and fur of animals a shining white. Glowing white variations of Lavender, chamomile, Jasmine and other calming plants litter the lands of her domain in soft glowing patches. Where there are no fields of flowers there are jungles of luminescent trees, the area densely packed wherever they rest. Within the domain, the main predators are Jaguars, their fur pure white but no less sneaky during the stalking of their prey. White stags, snakes, rabbits and a variety of Jungle dwelling creatures inhabit her lands, offering ample meat and fur to the people who worship the Chaotic Moon Goddess.

People: The people of Lunalia have many animalistic features, much like their goddess, their skin dark from their days in the sun. Despite their own ties with animals thanks to their blood, they still wear furs and leather as clothing and armor. When not hunting or fighting in a variety of battles and wars they often wear cloth that does very little to hide their bodies as they are extremely comfortable in their own skin. To show their devotion to their goddess, they sacrifice their prisoners to her in hopes to keep her strong, the blood and hearts of their enemies meant to empower the woman they revere.

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Technology: The people of Lunaria are actually pretty primitive, utilizing weapons of Obsidian such as spears, club like spears and arrows. They do not utilize firearms, nor do they partake in any weapons or practices newer than those practiced or used before the Aztec empire fell to the spaniards.

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