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Name: Arae

Their Sphere: Spekatha
The land is a seemingly endless grassland, with ponds and lakes (henceforth referred to as Familial Lakes) appearing and/or disappearing to spot its surface. Various saplings and/or shrubs (henceforth referred to as Familial Trees) grow on the edges of each body of water. In the center of Spekatha is a Familial Lake much larger than all the others, with multiple full-grown Familial Trees growing nearby (due to its significance, it possesses its own name: The Pantheon). Rather than a spherical Sun, there is a band of light stretching from both sides of the horizon that provides illumination, while the night is starless. However, the bodies of water will each glow a different color, providing a kaleidoscope of colors to illuminate the night.

These Familial Lakes are linked with the various families that would exist throughout Galbar, with the largest keeping track of the gods. Specifically, the saplings track the well being of each member of a family, ranging from full blooming flowers/bright foliage to completely dead, while the water level and/or purity keeps track of the amount/strength of their familial bond(s), respectively. An image of a certain family member(s) can also be called upon on the water surface of the respective body of water.

Most of Arae's power is intertwined with her Sphere. By keeping the plants well-maintained, as well as the water clean and full, family members linked to them are blessed with Arae's essence. Properly pruning the plants and keeping them healthy will bless the respective person with luck, and their faith in the family is strengthened. Keeping the water healthy will provide the family with strength to endure hardships and stay together. Similarly, any attempts to purposefully damage the trees and/or pollute the water will respectively affect the general well-being of any connected familial bonds. If a tree is damaged, their ability to feel familial love will be weakened as well. If the water is drained and/or polluted, the family's familial bonds will weaken as well.

One can easily tell if a family is completely destroyed (whether by the family breaking apart or all members dying) when the lake is completely dried up and all plants around it are dead. When that happens, Arae is capable of erasing the remains as if they were never there, and another body of water will automatically reappear to take its place once a new family is born. What is noteworthy, however, is that the lake Pantheon cannot be drained or polluted as easily any other lake, nor can its trees be damaged as easily; both aspects are simply too resilient to damage for any single god, even for Arae.

Location of Sphere: Celestial, near Galbar (finer details might get worked out)

Portfolio: Family: To Arae, a family is a group of beings that hold feelings of companionship and love for one another. Together, they tackle their hardships together, and support each other through them all. It does not matter whether your alignment is Good or Evil, Lawful or Chaotic, or whatever entropic state of alignment you are in. however. It does not matter what your species is, whether human, demon, elf, dwarf, elemental, undead, eldritch horror, or even a god. All that matters are the people you share a bond with, as well as the people who care about you in return. This chain of bonds is what grants people the power to go on with their day and live happy lives. Perhaps not all familial relationships may be the best or closest, but as family, it is one's duty to support the other, no matter how entropic.

Persona: Neutral Good. Arae is a seemingly kind soul, soft and gentle on others with an equally soft and gentle smile. She will become a friend to those who ask, and will also play the mother role for those she considers children. However, while she believes in second chances, she is not afraid to harden her heart when someone proves to be too much of a burden for a family and cast them out of it. She is also insatiably curious about the universe the Architect has summoned her to, and may perform whimsical acts for whatever catches her interest. It ultimately depends on her mood, as well as how much it would bother the other gods, to determine what her next course of action would be.

She is mostly concerned with how the gods and goddesses of this world treat each other. They are the only beings she considers to a part of her own family, and she will do everything in her power to keep them together. That being said, she does keep a close eye on mortals as well, finding enjoyment and contentment in their bonds with each other that hold them together. In her eyes, Arae does not mind when a being would play heroics or commit atrocities, although she may utter a simple bit of praise or reprimand in response. When it comes to the bonds between friends and family, however, she punishes those who would try to tear them apart, as well as provide aid to those who treasure those bonds.

Appearance/Form: Arae takes on the form of a snake-like dragon similar to that of a Chinese dragon. She is about 3 meters long, with a pair of leathery wings. Her body is covered with sky blue scales, with thin dark blue stripes every foot along her body. Her underbelly is a pale peach color. She has four legs, each with 4 short claws, with her front limbs capable of acting as short arms. Her jagged crest, which stretches from her head to near the tip of her tail, is a light purple with the jagged tips red.

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Their Sphere:
Sanvādam - The Realm of Talk (below the Surface of Galbar, relatively close to the core)

This Realm is one of empty talk, conversations happening with no source and knowledge being spread where there is none. Sanvādam is a Chthonic realm of nothing, nothing but the floating words to plague the beings that would dare enter it. There is no landscape, no light but the reflection of one’s own being below them. Echoes come from the reflection, some may hear other words that they had not spoken and others may see themselves farther ahead, always facing away when looked at, mirror the movement of the host's body. They will continue to wonder endlessly until Vākk summons them for conversation, even then it is simply darkness with the maddening whispers of voices.

”The Realm of Talk
Close to the Lock.
I am the Key.
And yet so Dutifully,
Do these binds hold me.”

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Portfolio:
Speech

The power of speech is something that is gifted upon only those who Vakk finds worthy, and with it they may talk, pray, beg for mercy, or hold fantastic conversation. With this gift, rituals may be held, peace talks can reign, or words of blood and carnage can spill over the lands. It is with the power of speech that Vakk will hold a conversation to last all eternity and make sure that no voice goes unheard. However, this is also a gift he may revoke should those abuse this, not able to hold conversation or hear fantastic poem and song. An age of silence will be dawned upon those unworthy of such power, an unholy silence which Vakk would keep to himself.

”The power of the word is almighty. Thusly I am almighty. No other shall stand against I so long as I may speak.”

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Persona:
Vākk has a calm, if not meticulously calculating, nature about him. With no concern for good nor evil, Vākk has no care for squabbling over useless things, so long as he can focus on conjuring his words and allowing himself to be solitary. If one were to ask what he truly cared about, he would answer cryptically and inevitably confuse one on a simple answer; his words. Despite this needlessly complex nature, Vakk is a somewhat benevolent god and will tend to answer a request from any being, if not to just get them away from his presence so that he may focus.

Should one linger too long, however, Vakk will quickly grow impatient and will become outwardly hostile. He hold no qualms with attacking distractions and annoyances, regardless of they had previously been and ally or enemy, as he holds no attachment to anything other than his words. With this nature, it is no doubt that he would prefer to stay out of the affairs of his brethren, or even the universe he had been summoned to. In fact, he views the Architect as a fool and will openly say so, even to the face of he who has allowed him to stay within this realm.

That is not to say that Vakk is without fear, for it he is confronted by a foe that he knows is radically stronger than him, he will become a coward. Yet, this is a rare emotion as he never expects something other than the Architect to be more powerful than him as he underestimate the capabilities of his peers. He exudes arrogance when he is certain of things, believing that he is the most intelligent being to grace the realm, even though he is simply a master of words.

He is a true artist.

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Appearance/Form:
It is hard to describe the being that is Vakk. The most prominent feature of his being is the singular large mouth with sharpened teeth. There are no lips over his mouth, instead three flaps that surround his head, one over the top of his head and the others on either side that extend outwards a significant distance. A large majority of his body is a singular tube that eventually splits into long, slender tendril which he can use to grip things.

Very ugly.

”Though the nature of words may seem entropic to the average man. I am master of it, and thus I control it.”

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Codeword

“There is much talk, but not all words must be spoken.
I shall talk, and you shall listen.”

Name: Ashalla

Their Sphere: The Abyss

The Abyss is the source of the elemental entropic forces which drive change upon the landscape of Galbar. It is a dark and cavernous place, too deep for sunlight to penetrate. Most of the Abyss is filled with sea-water as dark as the depths of the ocean. In stark contrast to the cold, dark water above, the lower part of the Abyss is made of molten rock. A thin layer of igneous stone separates the water and magma, this layer constantly being broken by shifting currents and reformed as the magma is cooled by the water. The heat of this layer drives turbulent currents within the water of the Abyss, which in turn drives the ocean currents and storms of Galbar. The magma also provides the main source of illumination in the Abyss, meaning it is not totally dark, although darkness still characterises much of the Abyss.

In some places, the magma is not content to sit at the bottom of the Abyss, but instead strives to rise through the water to Galbar above. If successful, these spots of rising magma create volcanoes upon the surface of Galbar. However, these rising pillars of magma are unstable things, prone to shifting, collapsing and rising again. This leaves an intricate pattern of igneous rock columns which can be found throughout the Abyss.

Volcanic gases rise up from some of the cracks in the bottom of the Abyss. This injects heat and minerals into the water, and these columns of bubbling gases continue to rise all the way to Galbar, where they emerge from volcanic vents both terrestrial and marine.

As a Sphere of water, lava and stone, air is scarce in the Abyss, and what pockets of 'air' are present is mostly unbreathable volcanic gas. Furthermore, the great depth of the Abyss means that the water is under immense pressure. This makes the Abyss a hostile place for surface-dwellers. However, the Abyss can support properly adapted life, with potential ecosystems leaching energy from the volcanic vents. It may one day become the resting place of great sea monsters, or the home Sphere of elemental spirits of water and lava.

Location of Sphere: The Abyss is a Cthonic Sphere. It is deep beneath Galbar, closer to the Core than the Middle Sphere. It is theoretically reachable via natural connections from Galbar, through the deepest parts of the ocean or in the bowels of volcanoes, but such natural connections are unreliable and dangerous to traverse.

The Abyss neighbours Ehomakwoi, the Sphere of Stone, where these two elemental Spheres complement each other.

The Abyss's influence bubbles up through the Purlieu in a similar manner to how it influences Galbar, although accessing the Abyss from Purlieu is just as difficult as accessing it from Galbar.

Most of the Abyss's magma is channelled through Muspellsheim to fuel its great volcanoes.

Some of the Abyss's magma seeps into the Pit of Trials.

Portfolio: Ocean

An ocean is a vast expanse of water, typically salty, on the scale of continents or even planets. Oceans are large reservoirs of not just water but the entropic forces of wind and heat. Oceans shape the continents with their eroding waves and control the climate with their storms, currents and temperature. Oceans are places where a vast diversity of life can thrive, both along the coast and in the depths, and this life can support mighty civilisations. Oceans are variable, sometimes calm and peaceful, sometimes tempestuous and dangerous. While oceans can be a great boon to those who can use them, the ocean is too mighty to be harnessed and controlled by mortal hands so only those who respect the ocean can benefit from it for long.

As Goddess of the Ocean, Ashalla commands the ocean in all its primal might. Waves, storms, currents and even to an extent tides are within her dominion, so these things obey her will and reflect her mood. She is a strong swimmer, able to move through the seas at an incredible pace, and she is stronger when in the ocean, able to leverage the ocean's vastness to her advantage. She also has an affinity with all ocean life, allowing her to communicate with, command and even create sea life with ease.

Persona: Ashalla is the physical embodiment of the ocean, and her personality reflects this. At times she is calm, approachable, even hospitable. Yet her temper is short, especially towards those who fail to give her the respect she believes she is due or those who exploit what is hers. Her wrath is a terrifying thing, remorselessly destroying anyone and anything unfortunate enough to be caught in her rage.

Ashalla regards mortals as weak and transient, but not with indifference. As ephemeral as mortals may be, collectively they can leave an impact upon her domain, so she pays attention to them. She is willing to offer mortals hospitality and care, provided they respect her domain and provide the appropriate fealty and offerings to her. She is particularly fascinated by beautiful works of art from singing to architecture. Those who instead scorn her may find the ocean to be an unwelcoming and dangerous place.

At her worst, Ashalla can be scornful, domineering, unforgiving, hot-tempered and violent. At her best, Ashalla can be protective, caring, generous and artistic.

Appearance/Form: Ashalla's preferred forms are vast and elemental. Her first form is one of water, towering and colossal like the largest waves during the fiercest storms. While she may often adopt a shape which is vaguely humanoid (or whatever shape mortals or fellow gods are) for familiarity, her body is amorphous so it can twist into virtually any shape water can adopt. Details in her shape are often highlighted by foam, sand, algae or seaweed. Underwater this form is virtually invisible unless Ashalla chooses to be visible. While this form wields incredible strength and speed while in water, on dry land this form is significantly weaker.

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The Sphere: Deep below the earth, just over the barrier that encloses Galbar’s fiery core, lies the Pit of Trials, abode of the Iron God. It is built into a single cavernous vault, so tall that its ceiling would be invisible from below even if it were not constantly shrouded in smoke and so vast that its edges are hidden beyond the horizon. Clouds of unnatural crimson flame, wracked by erratic currents of lightning, and great dripping orbs of magma hover across its height, casting an uneven glow that lights the subterranean darkness into a charnel penumbra.

At the bottom of the Pit is an expanse of rock, arid and warm to the touch. While traces of life upon it are scarce and wide traits of it are flat and barren, it is far from empty. Chains of hills and small mountains, lakes and rivers of molten rock spanned by narrow and treacherous bridges, gaping fissures, ruined or unfinished remains of spires and fortresses, abyssal caverns and many other terrible marvels dot its surface, and monstrous creatures of the depths roam and lurk across this hellish domain. Storms of ash and cinders haphazardly scour the wastes, and the very land seems to subtly work against any intruders - pebbles and rocks will unaccountably shift at inopportune moments to cast the unwary into pitfalls, and vents will abruptly open below one’s feet to spew out noxious fumes.

The walls of the great chamber are a world unto themselves. A myriad of lesser cave mouths, unreachable from below, open over all their extension, leading to forges, breeding pits, arsenals and repositories of instruments of destruction. The brutish denizens of the Pit, thralls of Narzhak, toil and labour therein, scurrying through connecting tunnels or clambering over the sheer ledges from one recess to another. While their artifices are never far beyond the knowledge of surface-dwellers, they are skilfully built, and often given outlandish, vicious shapes. Midway up the height of the vault, the god himself is wont to sit in an immense alcove, contemplating his realm and devising hardships to mete out upon Galbar.

Due to the Pit’s distance from the surface, its influence travels upward by dim and indirect ways. At times, there might emerge a mild tremor in the ground or a waft of malodorous smoke, but such cases are rare. Much broader and more insidious is the shadow it casts over the minds of living things, however simple. Sudden, inexplicable bouts of anger, bloodthirsty musings in moments of solitude, alluring dreams of conquest and dominance, even beasts killing more than they can eat of a whim - all those may be the mark of a fiery breath from the deep.

Location of Sphere: The Chthonic depths, near the Core. While one could never pierce the Pit's ceiling, no matter how deep one digs, the deepest reaches of Galbar may hold fissures and tunnels that lead to entrances into the great vault. A number of other spheres lie in the vicinity, or are otherwise connected to it:

Ehomakwoi, some of whose passageways may reach the networks carved into the Pit's walls;

The Abyss, whence flows the molten rock that pools and hovers over its landscape;

The Palace of Dreams, whose influence is subtle and unpredictable, yet undeniably close;

The Hive, source, through various minute cunicles, of various pests and vermin that come to dwell in the Pit, becoming one of its perils.

The Grand Bazaar, where Narzhak's thralls travel through subterranean passages to trade their grim wares for meats and sundry. Grunting, gesticulating processions incessantly carry their loads back and forth between the two spheres;

Sheol, from whose warrens savage demons crawl out to prowl across the Pit's ragged wastes in search of prey.

Portfolio: Wherever there arise clashing visions and ambitions, wherever there is disaccord, wrath and hunger, the ground is ripe for War. Although the word may evoke the thought of great armies marching to meet each other in the field, that is far from all there is to this ruinous domain. The spirit of strife and conflict can take root within any being, be they cognizant or bestial, mortal or divine, and many a minutious stratagem or prodigious invention can spring from the crude desire to harm and kill one’s foes. Yet, no matter what marvels of ingenuity may adorn it, nor how one may try and embellish it with high-sounding notions of honour and universal necessity, war is an ugly, destructive business from which not even the victor may come out unscathed. At its root, war is the collapse of reason and harmony before brutality and violence, the fall of civilisation and order to primal, entropic chaos.

Narzhak embodies this calamitous aspect of existence and glories in it. With but a thought, he can incite bloodlust in any creature, transforming the meekest of animals into savage monsters and the most serene of mortalkind into gnashing berserkers. In his hands, anything may be fashioned into a weapon; ploughshares become swords, sometimes literally; skin hardens into armoured carapace and nails lengthen into bladelike claws. Likewise, the Bloodied Fist is adept at other aspects of his craft - he is a formidable combatant even among divines, and always has an eye for the best ways to exploit his surroundings and an enemy's weaknesses in a struggle of any magnitude.

Persona: Blunt, brutal and immensely arrogant as befits an incarnation of war, Narzhak revels in his gruesome role and makes no effort to conceal it. Nothing amuses him more than taking full advantage of his godly potency to wantonly ruin and destroy what others have built. At the same time, it would be wrong to think of him as merely a savage hedonist. All his slaughter and rapine has, in truth, a loftier goal than his own entertainment, and that is no less than the betterment of the universe. Coarse and sanguinary though he may be, the Iron God would never stand to be called an ingrate or an oathbreaker, and he is mindful of the fact that he owes the divinity he so relishes to the workings of the Architect. As such, he considers himself obligated to assist in seeing through the latter’s grand creative plan to fruition, and if he so happens to enjoy it, all the better.

Unfortunately for Galbar and its inhabitants, Narzhak is a steadfast believer in the way of the lash. To get the best out of something, one must pitilessly force it out through trial and torment, without regard for collateral damage; and, being nothing but not dutiful, he will not hesitate to scourge the entire world with tireless ferocity to push it to achieving its full potential. In this unforgiving vision, there is no room for lesser beings as anything other than minuscule cogs in the cosmic machine. Narzhak will scarcely even deign to distinguish among them, exception made for those scarce few who manage to impress him enough to be exalted as harbingers of his entropic ravages. Nonetheless, not even such insignificant gnats are inherently unworthy of appreciation, and he is generous in rewarding those who honour him by their own choice.

Overall, Narzhak approaches his position in the world as a commander would a campaign. There are battles to be fought and plunder to be made, allies to be sought in like-minded deities and enemies to be found in those who would abuse their power solely for their benefit, but above all there is to be a scheme to mark the best way ahead, however vague and flexible. Exultant rage has its place in the heat of combat, but a master of warcraft must know to be cunning and patient when the situation calls for it, and who could understand this better than the god of war himself?

Appearance: The Bloodied Fist takes on the shape of a titanic figure, rivalling a mountain in size. Although broadly humanoid, this body is grotesque and ogre-like, with a massive torso resting on short, stout legs and powerful arms that end in four clawed fingers. Its skin is covered by gigantic plates of iron, ill-matched and with ragged edges that grate against each other. Through the fissures they leave exposed it can be seen that the god’s flesh below is a raw, grey mass oozing a noisome ichor, in parts fused to the armour, so that it is difficult to say where the one ends and the other begins. The being’s head is little more than a colossal misshapen bulk of metal, a flat, blank visor covering all features but four fiery eyes.

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Name: ((To know your god, name your god.))
Their Sphere: ((Give it a name, a brief summary of what it’ll be like, what goes on inside this Sphere, and how it affects Galbar. You needn’t be too detailed in your sheet as most of this stuff relating to your Sphere’s impact can be fleshed out IC.))
Location of Sphere: ((Upper/Celestial or Lower/Chthonic? What other Spheres does it touch most closely? We strongly encourage collaboration with other players when they make their Spheres.))
Portfolio: ((The name of your first portfolio, as well as a paragraph or so description of the powers conveyed by said portfolio))
Persona: ((General moral alignment, ambitions, personality traits, etc.))
Appearance/Form: ((Every god can eventually take multiple forms, but at the start they will have only one, barring some sort of portfolio that offers a compelling explanation as to why they might have inherent powers to take other shapes. Your god’s first form could be a humanoid, a colossal dragon, or even something as wild as a cloud of pure fire. Just choose carefully, and note that certain shapes will be rather...inconvenient at times.))
Musical Theme: ((What’s their jam? Optional.))
((Lastly, remember to read the OP thoroughly!))