[CHAR] Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

[Frettzo]

Hi all! Please post your approved characters here! You may use your posts here to write about any important creation you may have, well, created. lol

[Lord Zee]

Sylia

^{The Obsessive Elation, The Clutching Hand}

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Domains

Crafting - There are many forms of creation. From the raw power of gods whose domains dictate reality and its vast materials, down to the relatively simple act of copulation, mortal or otherwise. Such acts are often left unrefined, left to chance and its many handed fates. Where most are concerned, this is all fine and the will of the gods. Sylia, on the other hand, would disagree. Creation, down to its most basic foundations, are just building blocks for greater heights.

As such, the crafting domain is broadly focused on shaping raw resources into refined and productive creations, with the occasional fantastical work of art thrown in. Little should be left to chance when the mind’s blueprint can give the exact specifications. For through the craftsmen of the world, populations grow, peoples expand and great works are built through generations of effort. Without Sylia to propel the unfettered joys of taking a hammer to metal, a knife to wood, or string to weave, the world would be terribly slow to progress. And like all basic foundations, crafting is the first step upon the path of civilization. As such those who adhere to the life of the craftsmen will always be favored by Sylia and perhaps be given gifts of their own to progress upon.

Metal - While the domain of Crafting is a broad stroke upon the canvas of creation, Sylia would consider the domain of metals to be a narrower stroke. Metals are just one of realities raw resources that are capable of being refined into greater products. As such, Sylia has total control over all metallic substances, down to their smallest beginnings to their greatest heights. She can control all metals in their various states, she can produce said metals in their various states, she can work with metals, she is capable of making life out of such metals if she wished. It is but a natural stepping stone of the Goddess who allowed Divinium into the Universe.

Earth - What is earth but the artisans greatest resource? The broadest stroke yet, Sylia controls the very earth to suit her ever growing needs. Earth itself is the foundation for all that live. Without it one could not have the substance of form and breath. This dominion over earth can be seen it Sylia’s abilities to rule it utterly. She can create great works with but a thought. She can give those the knowledge to chisel stone and erect monuments. From the smallest of pebbles, to vast mountain ranges, all is under sway by Sylia.

War - War takes many shapes and forms. From the savage barbarity of raged fueled slaughter, to the great and total subjugation of one's opponents. Battle is a constant state of change within the cosmos. When armies march and invaders pillage, innocence is always lost. No matter the side or the person. It is the breaker of all good things and the ruiner of hopes. It takes and takes and takes and seldom gives back. But in the end, War is necessity.

Sylia takes upon herself War for that very reason alone. She is of the belief that one can never be overly prepared. She dictates the maxims of her own ideology. Through total overpowerment can the truest victory be achieved with minimal loss. So too can overwhelming force triumph. Why siege when one can blast through a city's gates and sack it? As such Sylia is capable of teaching War to others so that they are capable of battle through strategy, fighting, and empowerment. She is also capable of creating great weapons of War and implements of salvation. Strike fast and strike quickly. Leave your opponent without the capability of thought.

Appearance

A god of mixed appearances, Sylia slips into forms without intending to do so when she is in the throes of crafting. Such forms can be anything from humanoid to, not so humanoid and being composed of different materials. From copper, to marble and even carved wood. Most often she dons a female form with a very animated disposition. Species dependent at any given time, and also composed of a different material than flesh(As Sylia sees flesh as a basic component of creation and basic isn’t her style). This form is often intricate, ornate and beyond the means of mortal craft.

Description

Sylia is, at her core, obsessed with her domain. The compulsion to create and craft often supersedes anything else and she will stop at nothing to complete her fixated goal. Whether that's destroying an entire landmass for resources or stealing something she can't just create, she seldom heeds the word "no." Often, if she chances across something exciting, she will break the 'resource' down to its most basic components to understand what it is she is looking at, before enacting a design for them. Naive as she is, Sylia has a difficult time understanding that not everything needs to be broken before it can be altered, changed, or fixed. Especially true if it isn’t something she herself has created. She does not do such acts out of malice but rather she views ‘raw life’ as a thing that needs to be improved. She needs to refine them. She simply can’t help it when her overactive mind sparks with pure unadulterated delight at a design for the intended, and often much to the detriment of the intended if they are, well, living.

Musical Accompaniment

"This isn't Cyclical!"

[Theyra]

Voi

Shepherd of Souls, Lord of Souls and the Watcher

Domain
Soul

Description

What is a soul? A question that has evaded scholars and priests for a millennium. But, a soul is simply one's essence, intangible immortal energy that all living and sometimes nonliving things have and can not live without. Energy that is created from nothing and is given a body to inhabit once it has the spark of life. Which even nature has a soul. Or souls as you will and even souls manifest in areas that are either sacred or something important happened there.

Once the body has died, it will move on to the afterlife where it will stay there for all eternity. Unless they are reincarnated which is presented in some souls found in nature and to those souls who are worthy of a second chance in life to make amends for their sins in their past life. As long as the natural order of life and death remains in balance.

Few have power over souls like Voi does and make sure that souls go where they need to go. Though if he wanted to, he can influence where a soul goes along with having power over a soul, either it be in a live body or dead. Able to manipulate them with great effect though this is something that Voi only does if needed. Along with being able to create a soul and thus create life but, only when he has a purpose in mind for it. Or even bring the dead back to life but, there has to be a good reason for it.

When it comes to ghosts, those souls who refused to move on. Voi has power over them as well. Though most of the time, he will try and peacefully help the soul move on, and if that does not work. He will force the transition.

Appearance

A hooded figure where you cannot see his face, only darkness and only able to see two bright blue lights where his eyes should be. His robes being black and blueish white, with the lower half being black and, his sleeve, hood, and part of the upper part being blueish white. The robes themselves are plain though seem ancient to the eye. His hands when shown are covered with gray bandages that never come off. Though sometimes you can see a faint blue light coming from underneath.

Description

The middle man of life and death, Voi can be seen as a watchman. Silent but ever-present, steadfast in his duties. Despite his passive nature of watching and maintaining the flows of souls between life and death. He still has an interest in the mortal realm. Watching events from afar or in mortal form. Sometimes interfering in events if he deems it something important.

As deep down, Voi is a kind and thoughtful god. One normally on the sidelines but, will jump into the frontline if he feels he needs to. For Voi has morals, and greatly values life, despite his role. He is not the one to ignore tragedies or massacres and not one to let one suffer unless you really piss him off. Voi sees the living as something as precious and not something to be tossed away carelessly. Something to be watched over and sometimes guided from evil when needed.

Acting as a friendly and warm to those he likes or calls friends. To those that he feels negative about and you will find a cold and distant Voi. Disrupt the flow of souls or do something such as someone mortal or not committing necromancy and you will find an angry Voi. He will intervene.

Musical Theme
Song

[DracoLunaris]

Asheel: aka 3 goblins in a trench-coat

Asheel

^{The Wheel, The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone, The three in one, Aunty, Granny, The Goblin Queen, The witch in the woods}

Domain
Cycles, Wheels

Description

Cycles

It is the nature of the universe that things they do keep happening forever, often as not over and over and over again. Planets spin, seasons change, water flows down mountains to the sea, only to be carried back up as rain, oxygen is bound and unbound from carbon, the gazelle eats the grass and then its body rots and acts as fertilizer, an eye for an eye leaves generations blind, what was hip 40 years ago is hip again, history repeats, people form habits, civilisations rise and fall, even the universe will end and be reborn one day.

Life, death, rebirth.

Destruction and creation.

All that is has already been and shall be once more

The power of cycles is both wide and rather narrow, for she can initiate innumerable things, but only if they are things that will occur again and again and again. Creating a pillar of flame is beyond her area of expertise, but causing one to burst from the ground at a certain spot every day at noon is, for example. Living things are rather notably all cycles, as long as they breed and die. As is, or would be, a system of reincarnation.

Description:Wheels

Wheels are a means of conveyance, used to facilitate ease of transportation. This gives her dominion over all wheels, wheel-like objects, and things with wheels. On top of carts, cars, and such, this can also include water wheels, grind stones, paddle wheels, cogwheels, pillbugs and other rolling creatures, pizza cutters, saw blades, fly wheels etc. etc. allowing for a fair bit of niche diversity.

Appearance

Asheel is most often seen in one of three forms, the Maiden, the Mother or the Crone, 3 points on the wheel of mortal life. More rarely she takes the form of the wheel itself, granting a glimpse behind the curtains at the cold uncaring cogs and gears that keep reality spinning.

Description

Asheel’s personality very much depends on the form she is in. As the Maiden she is full of youthful energy, daring, cheek, and reckless disregard for consequences. She is the mold breaker, creator of new cycles, no matter how short lived. The Mother is equal parts nurturing and controlling, ensuring cycles keep spinning as intended, be it by gentle guidance or a stern hand. The Crone is at once full of patience and wisdom, and at the same time full of rye wit and sick of your shit. She is the end, the breaker of cycles, clearing space so that new ones can form. The wheel is distant, indifferent, caring only about balance, about flow, the big picture, and not a whit about the individual moving components.

While this already makes her somewhat difficult to comprehend, Asheel often adds to the confusion by switching between these forms in the midst of conversations with little rhyme or reason, which can make her motives and desires difficult to pin down. If you really boil it down however, when she is not dedicating herself to the work of cycles themselves, Asheel knows that everything that is already has been, and will be again, so why not just enjoy the moment?

She also dislikes things that do not change at all, seeing immortal edifices as unseemly blots that should be torn down so that new things can sprout in their wake. Not forgotten, mind, but all things must end so that they can start anew, to grow and bloom and surpass what they were before.

Musical Themes

war

rebuilding (yes, horse music, cringe is dead)

speeeeeeeen

[yoshua171]

^{Mistress of the Mists⇂↿↾⇃Zenith⇂↿↾⇃The Arcane Source⇂↿↾⇃Nadir⇂↿↾⇃Keeper of the Well}

^{“I am the Source and the Catalyst.”
Theme I ♦ Theme II ♦ Theme III}

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Hider

^{M A Y A H L A H R E E}

Domain
^♦Arcana♦

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The Arcane mysteries of Power both Personal and Cosmic, flow through us—giving life and consciousness—and around us, imparting motion and action and change upon the world. Arcana is the force that changes, that transforms, empowers, creates, and in equal parts destroys—always paring away at the world to reveal truths deeper still. With dominion over—if not mastery of—this power, Mae-Alari threads themselves through the world, desiring to understand it and herself as well.

In this way, Arcana is the expression of these ideas and ideals. In the living, Arcana exists primarily in the form of the Soul, whereas within the world it exists as the driving force for change, manifesting as the numerous energies that flow in and through the cosmos. This allows Mae-Alari to draw upon, manipulate, and manifest the many energies of the world by harnessing the potential energy contained within them. This potential energy can then be transmuted into any other form of energy or even new varieties. However, as a caveat, Mae-Alari cannot directly create, destroy, nor manipulate matter—instead they must influence it through the lens of energy. Where another god might create stone from their very essence whole-cloth, Mae-Alari must take pre-existing substance and mould its form and nature with energy, coaxing it into a new state. Though it may seem strange, while matter may not be created whole-cloth, more of existing matter can be propagated.

Tl;dr: Mae-Alari’s prime domain gives them power over the energies of the world, above all others being Potential Energy, Quintessence, the Breath, and the Soul. However, as a caveat to this incredible power, matter is beyond them. Stone must be coaxed by heat and pressure to become steel. Water heated or cooled to become gas or ice, whereas another god might simply bring these spontaneously into being.

Aspect
^{♦Curious ♦ Enigmatic ♦ Wise♦}

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Mae-Alari is, first and foremost a being seeking understanding of itself through interaction with all else. Through its interactions with other deities and their myriad creations--as well as the reflection of its own expression through such objects, places, and peoples--the Arcane Source is always on the search for further aspects of itself. In this way its curiosity is clear as it finds a fascination with all things, particularly those it does not understand. Yet, despite its obsession with the world's workings, Mae-Alari is unquestionably wise, capable of drawing unexpected knowledge and insight from almost everything it encounters. In this way they contain both the aspects of an ancient sage and the overflowing enthusiasm of child-like curiosity.

As Mae-Alari's purpose is ultimately to understand themselves in all their vast and incalculable complexity, it follows that they are prone to change and--furthermore--difficult to fully grasp even for others. This often makes their intentions opaque and the reasoning behind their actions sometimes inscrutable, leading others top an enigmatic impression of their character. Still, despite their seemingly malleable and indiscernibility, Mae-Alari can always be relied on for their perceptiveness and willingness to assist others. Still, not everyone is wont to risk seeking them out given that often the true reasons behind Alari's giving nature are--at best--difficult to ascertain.

Visage
^{♦True Form♦}

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Nested within the beauteous vessel of the Goddess dwells a singularity most sublime, its churning patterns the sum total of all Arcana. It is a sigil, an evolving pattern of energy catalyzing itself into yet greater forms. It is the eye and the heart and the mind as one, bound and unbound, endless yet circumscript. It is the Arcane Source, the Unseen Wellspring and it devours and blooms in equal measure.

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Primordial Form

Upon her conception in the Great Void before the World was born, Mae-Alari took in a wholly different shape, one far more alien and strange.

Incarnation

A more worldly manifestation, pared down from her full divinity for the sake of the mortal mind.

Contemplation & Intensity

Fury

More will be added.

[Jamesyco]

Szukaj-życia

Szukaj-życia

Seeker of the Dead - Black Knight - Death - Reaper - Fate Weaver - Night Caller - Last Embrace - Final Judge
God of Death

Domain of Death

Szukaj-życia lives within the domain of the afterlife; while he is the god of death, he does not control how something dies. He is only the link between life and the afterlife. He is peace; he is the thought of something after. He gives those judgments and begins their new story wherever that may be.

Because without him, what would life be if there was no moment to reflect upon life and see how life indeed was? Without death, life could not flourish, novels could not end, and the cycle could not be fulfilled. But it is the afterlife, the moment of death when Szukaj-życia takes hold when those enter his realm and shows them where they are going. To a perfect afterlife of happiness, suffering, rebirth, or the infinite clauses that come after death. He is each person's guide; he is the one who tends to the forests of dead trees and walks with the spirits that haunt or help those still in the mortal world. After death, you become his.

Appearance

Pictures, descriptions or both are fine. You can specify preferred forms and what forms they adopt in particular circumstances.

The pale rider is when Death is typically seen as an old man riding a horse, leading another horse behind him. This form tends to be a gaunt man with pale skin, dry and stretched skin, and spindly bony fingers. He is a pale rider.

Pale Rider Form

But his proper form is that of a tall, middle-aged man with a large set of thick feathered wings upon his back and a halo. This form is usually seen with a staff, a scythe, or an axe. In the other hand, he either has a clock or a broken hourglass in his other hand. Almost entirely clothed either in pure white or pure black, depending on the individual, each person will likely see his clothing and halo in a different light.

Proper Form

The Gardener
This form is similar to the first but more jovial and quaint, but often only seen in forests or wilderness areas away from people or towns that quickly. But, if looked upon by most, it will seem like a ghost planting ghost plants, from trees to flowers.

He may have other lesser appearances, but that depends on the person. He often changes his appearance to ease the passing and judgment of the dead. Be it an animal, plant, or person; he will take the form which may ease the dead or frighten them depending on his first impression.

Death
His last appearance is that which he is typically idolized as, and that is a skeleton with a dark cloak over his form.

Description

Description

Szukaj-życia tends to be kind; most of the world is innocent, and nature tends to be quaint in his realm. He is often at home but also in the mortal realm, where he makes treats with those who enter his domain.

He is typically solemn and quiet when in his domain, his home. He often goes to writing stories he heard from those who have died, painting pictures of those he has taken in, and caring for those who reside in his yard and realm, primarily the entities of nature. Tending to ghostly gardens, feeding ghostly animals, and talking to those dead judged well by him who are residing within the gardens of death.

Going to the spans of his home are those who have been judged poorly, who tend to be in pain and suffering compared to those closest to his home. These individuals have typically done something wrong in their lives, but it is to be judged when they die based on the action; they tend to be hunted by predatory animals that reside there.

But in the mortal realm, he tends to be just a traveler who acts as a guide as he wanders and travels. He is humble and wise, trying to spread wisdom, joy, and life. A hermit, he is just around, traveling and finding those about to enter his domain. Seen by many as just a traveler and often can be found within towns and cities across the world as just a simple man.

But oftentimes, he tends to the world, reaping what the world has sown for him. And he lives a simple life, doing a simple job. He kept to himself mainly in the wilderness and seemed like a beggar or a wise old man out in the wild. But for the most part, his parts throughout the world are there to be shepherds into the next life for those who die.

But finally, he is typically correlated with dying and the causation of death, which he is not. He is just the messenger and guide.

Musical Theme

[urukhai]

Anat'aa

Anat'aa

The ember dancer, the running spark, The kindling patron, Hearth Mistresses, She of the inferno

Domain
Fire

Description

In the dark woods, among the first snow a man huddles next to a small fire, its glow offers comfort, its warmth saves him from a shivering death. When he sleeps this little fire is forgotten and catches to a nearby tree, its glow becomes searing fear, its heat becomes a roaring death. It is this capricious, if beautiful, waltz is what fire is at the core and what Anat'aa envelopes. Hers is the touch that can spark a wildfire that sweeps all before, of the breath the stokes the dying embers of tavern fire surrounded by the laughter of old friends. Fire in all forms is contained and released by her unfortunate whim.

Appearance

Animal Form

Mortal Form

Description

Anat'aa shares the capriciousness of her domain, her kindness can quickly turn into disaster, her wrath shaped into a constructive tool. As with fire the difference of these extremes is a matter of remembrance and respect, remember her kindness and respect her wrath and the fire will remember and respect you. She has a tendency to involve herself with the world directly, as she likes to watch the fires of the mortals burn in their souls and hearths. Unfortunately for said mortals this usually takes the form of various tricks and what Anat'aa would call "harmless jokes".
When dealing with other gods Anat'aa could seem flighty as a flickering flame, listening to their words and the intent behind them but her eyes on a far distant fire. But if a tempting enough offer is made they are soon to find the full extent of her attention, whatever form that may take.

Musical Theme

[WrongEndoftheRainbow]

The Eidolon

- UNKNOWN -

THE EIDOLON

Domain

Secrets

Description

This domain focuses not only on the keeping of secrets, but their attainment and usage as well. To be the god of secrets is to eschew brute force and focus on the use of information and meaning to manipulate those around you. Every act, down to an errant twitch of the eye or a thought half-spoken is another datapoint which is best caught by the domain of secrets. Usage of the domain of secrets is primarily in the protection of oneself first and foremost; to hide what is yours and yours alone. However, its secondary usage of discovering what others are hiding serves just as well. Finally, its third usage is in the manipulation of those secrets, their careful release or usage in half-truths or half-lies alongside the fabrication of false secrets.

Appearance

The Eidolon is an unknown; loathe to appear in any unlimited form that may render it visible or truly vulnerable to other gods or mortals. When it does appear, it is in a limited form; one that lacks the raw power of the gods, but may be withdrawn to protect from harm. These limited forms can be anything, from inanimate objects to mortals, but it tends to prefer one form where it is not best served by disguise.

Description

The Eidolon is a reclusive and secretive god, loathe to entreat with other gods except by its own volition in times and places of its choosing and advantage. When it does speak, its personality is untethered; it is everything it needs to be to everybody it speaks to. Sometimes sweet, sometimes threatening, always the personality that best suits its goals and the manipulation of who it is speaking to. Though it harbors a tendency to mistruth, it is equally capable of honesty, meted out based on some inner plan it will never tell.

Musical Theme

[Lauder]

Misri

Lord of Red, Lady of Savagery, Deliverer of Death, Devourer of Innocence, She of Fury, Daughter of Cruelty, Mother of Murder

Domain
Violence

Description

Violence, the act of using force to hurt, kill, or destroy. Where death can be natural, calm - there is no calmness when there is murder and least of all is it done out of kindness when it is a violent one. Misri's power is steeped in the blood of the innocent on the hands of a crazed killer. It is her power that maddens those who lose themselves in war, become jealous over a lover's infidelity, the barbarity of those who would claim to be lords of war. She is no god of war, there is no tactic or cunning for her - merely the destruction of civility and diplomacy. Where two people share a valley, Misri comes and incites them to fight and destroy each other. Where a family hosts a banquet, she disturbs the peace. Where there is war, she consumes its honor.

She is violence and blood flows in her wake.

Appearance

Misri's form amongst the gods is oft described as a collation of blackened whisps with a deep, blood red glow emanating from within. Her features are feral, animalistic, and cruel that is most seen wracked with anger or a sadistic smile that would instill fear within the lesser races. When she moves, her form dissipates and apparates to where it is needed, only leaving a smoky trail from where her essences has flowed. The hues of her inner sources occasionally shine through the smoky whisps the circle her, only to be encapsulated once more by the the very darkness that makes up her source. Her claws are ever drenched in blood and it is seen that from her maw the blood of the innocents drips and stains the ground.

Description

Misri is animalistic, only ever indulging in her base urges of murder and inflicting cruel pain on others. Those around her can feel a deep anger and resentment coming from her in spades, mortals are often driven mad by murderlust - seeking to kill or destroy anything around them. When she speaks, a cacophony of screams of fear and anger are heard behind her and yet, she never yells on whispers in a raspy yet alluring voice that fills the minds of those she speaks to with a euphoric need to destroy. Mortals know that to hear her or be within her presence is to know endless hate and anger and what it means to truly desire the death of even those that they love.

She is a selfish and cruel god, only ever toying with those beneath her and driving those who serve or worship her to cruel, short ends either by her own madness or their own folly. Those who fear her know never to speak of her for to mention her is to invite her into your heart and only madness follows from there. Senseless madness is what she surrounds herself in and that is what she craves - merely wishing to see violence blanket the realm.

Musical Theme

[Squad 404]

Rúnaritari

The scribe of magic. The author of the soul. Rúna.

Domain

Rune Magic

Rune Magic is a form of structured magic centered around using magical runes to invoke specific effects depending on the rune or combination of runes. It is simple to understand and complex to master. Rune Magic is built around an alphabet of runes that each directly describe an idea. For example, there can be two different runes that describe fire that attribute different effects to fire. One could be the searing flame of a fireball while another could be the comforting warmth of a hearth in winter. Thus, Rune Magic is extensively versatile in its applications when it is properly understood. Rune Magic, much like Mae-Alari's magic, is rooted in the soul of its user. Thus, anyone that possesses a soul may learn to utilize Rune Magic.

To start learning rune magic requires that one either find a teacher who can impart the knowledge of the rune itself and the means to gain the experience required to inscribe the rune, or it requires the location of a Runestone. The first Runestones were created by Rúnaritari's hand, but it is possible for mortals to create their own. A Runestone is a collection of runes presented in a way that allows for their meanings to be learned through intense study, though the experiences connected to these runes will still be on the individual to gather.

Rune Magic is divided into four aspects: Binding, inscribing, harnessing, and reading.

The most important aspect is Binding: To bind to a rune is to know the rune in totality. It is understanding not just the shape of the rune, but the idea behind that rune and how that idea is applied. For example, it is one thing to know that a particular rune means "Comforting Fire", it is another thing to know that the rune is meant to bring about protection from the cold. Once a rune has been bound, it can be inscribed. However, the process of binding runes is a highly individual practice. Because Rune Magic still taps into the soul for power the process of learning each rune is different for each individual, to impart the protection from cold that a hearth in winter provides, one must experience it or an event similar enough to invoke the same desired effect. It is extremely rare to find someone capable of teaching a rune in a short period of time.

Inscribing a rune is the act of channeling the power of one's soul into a rune through an Inscribing Instrument. Inscribing Instruments can be anything: A pen, a chisel, a fingernail, a stick, anything that can be used to write. However, the process of channeling power into a rune takes a toll, and whatever instrument is used will warp and twist as the power passes through it. Inevitably, this leaves the instrument invariably looking more and more grotesque as more and more power flows through it. As such, those who use their bodies as instruments are cautioned of the long-term effects.

A rune can be inscribed on anything, though a rune inscribed on a non-solid object is going to be far more temporary than a rune placed onto a solid object. For example, a rune written on air or water will only last as long as they have energy due to the constantly shifting medium, and a rune written on ice will last until the ice melts, and so on. There are three things that affect the potency of an inscribed rune: Quality of the inscription, quantity of inscriptions, and the quality of the item that the rune is inscribed upon. Thus, having a finely crafted ring that has every surface covered in runes of healing is going to provide a much greater quality of healing than a crude approximation of a ring that only has a single healing rune inscribed upon it.

Important to properly inscribing runes is understanding how to focus their effects through conjoining. Conjoining runes involves layering or linking runes together in order to merge their effects. The more runes that are conjoined together, the more precise the effect is. For example, a ring with a protective water rune upon it would protect the wearer from all forms of water, which would make attempting to drink water quite difficult. However, the protective water rune could be combined with a protective wind rune in order to form a rune of protection from storms, which would then protect the wearer from getting wet in the rain and enable them to drink water without issue.

Harnessing a rune is quite simple. Once you've come into possession of an object or knowledge of a rune, simple meditation or study of the rune will enable you to harness it and produce whatever effect it might give. Usually the activation action is a simple expression of the users willpower onto the rune, but some users find it simpler to speak a command word, perform a specific action, and so on. Some runes will produce a persistent effect, while others will produce a limited time effect. All of it depends on what variation of rune is inscribed. A persistent healing rune would give something akin to a magical regeneration, but a limited time effect healing rune would only heal the user's current wounds.

The last aspect of Rune Magic is reading runes. While it seems to be much less impactful, it is a critical part of understanding a rune in depth and ensuring that any purchased or found rune-inscribed items are what they say they are. To read a rune is to peer beyond the physical shape of the rune and into the magical effect that it has. Like with inscribing runes, this requires channeling the magic through a Reading Instrument. These, like Inscribing Instruments, can be anything that is either transparent or processes images. A steady waterfall, a pair of glasses, a monocle, the eyes, whatever. Much like with Inscribing Instruments, Reading Instruments will warp and twist as the power passes through them. Inevitably, this will leave them invariably looking more and more grotesque as more and more power flows through them. As such, those who channel the power through their eyes are cautioned of the long-term effects.

Appearance

Rúnaritari's appearance is a bit of a paradox. At one hand she is beautiful, but at another her body bears the grotesque mutations derived from her mastery of Rune Magic. One does have to wonder why she permits this corruption to scar her form, since as a goddess she could simply rid herself of it, but perhaps she enjoys having the scars of her mastery on display. It's difficult to tell, but at the very least it seems to have been completely halted in its spread. Physically speaking, Rúnaritari, or Rúna for short, is usually around ten feet tall. She's also quite well endowed, and isn't particularly shy about it. Her right arm has been warped and transformed into a menacing claw. Bright and glowing green veins dance about just beneath the ink-black skin, and each finger is tipped with a deadly talon. Given her mastery of runes, it's highly likely that this arm is the primary one she uses to inscribe. The right half of her face has been similarly corrupted, with her right eye having lost all definition and becoming little more than a featureless green sphere. The corruption seems to have stopped here though, as all other marks upon her body are seemingly tattoos. Runa's hair is raven black and mostly woven into a neat braid, which is long enough to reach her hips Adorning the top of Rúna's head is a pair of striking antlers, each decorated with silver accessories and thin silver ropes. Just how she acquired these is a mystery, though she doesn't seem to perturbed by them. Though from time to time she does get rid of them for convenience. Uniquely, Rúna's ears are long and pointed, though one is stained completely ink-black by the corruption that swallows the right side of her head, she has tattooed the other partially black to match.

Her usual clothes consist of a red, black, and green dress that is somewhat tattered in certain places. The dress possesses a pair of fur-lined shoulder pads and is missing its right sleeve. On it's left sleeve is a intricate diagram of various runes, possibly an enchantment or possibly a simple reference. Dotted across the dress are several silver accessories, including some that hold up a series of decorative belts, some of which don't even try to loop around her. The left side of her skirt possesses a large, dramatic slit in order to permit freedom of movement, though it also has the added benefit of showing off Rúnaritari's rune-tattooed thigh and hip. This, coupled with the rather open neckline of the dress, reveal that she has etched a few sets of runes into herself. Their purpose is largely unknown, but they could simply be decorative. Finally, Rúna wears a pair of knee-high high heeled boots.

Naturally, being a goddess, Rúna's form and clothing are highly mutable, but she seems to favor this one the most.

Description

Rúnaritari, much like her appearance, is a bit of a paradox in mannerisms. At first glance she gives off the aura of being a cruel mistress that enjoys the mutations and pain inflicted by her magic, but then she can be found making tools for mortals that are a bit more resistant to its corrupting effects. One would think that she would guard the knowledge of runes jealously, but she's willing to sit for hours to explain the meaning behind a rune or a particular variation of a rune. However, for as kind as she can be, Rúna does not forget or forgive transgressions easily, and is more than willing to add a note to her sleeve to catalogue who has wronged her. A particularly egregious event might even earn a tattoo.

Musical Theme

Direct and voracious, just like her magic.

Mysterious and looming, like her appearance.

Grand and inspiring, like a majestic inscribing ceremony.

[DX3214]

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Primordial of civilization, The Queen Mother of Civilization, Architect of Nations, Mother of Races, Queen of the first kingdoms, The First mother, The Lady of wisdom, The First Queen, The Builder, and The Mistress of People’s.

Civilization

It all began with the sharpening of the first flint and when the first flame was cast into the world. She awoke with it, El'Zadir, the goddess of civilization. The gift of progress to the world, as the races sought refuge from dangers. Their pleas were answered. With the hammering of progress, the rise of orders, the building of farms and cities. With it arose powers to drive and help mortal kind from their pain. To mould societies and to create kingdoms from the dust of the earth. A power-creating order from the wilds. A will of mortals that resulted in the birth of a god. But alongside its boons, it also came with its thorns. Hierarchies, stratification, wars, slavery, kings and tyrants.

The powers given to El'Zadir are complex. Her Domain grants the powers to guide, influence and control large groups. All in the name of what she seeks better for society. Her powers also help her create inventions, progress, and advance people. Her power to influence people allows her to coordinate in mass for great works. At the same time, she will set laws, structures, and hierarchies where she works. In an incredibly seamless form, almost like none went against her will. Forming order and law where she moves.

Descriptions

Essence and appearance

Essence

El'Zadir is odd for gods. Their view of her boils down to simple terms. She is robotic, goal-driven and confident. This is contrasted with mortals. That sees her as diligent, confident in her skills and always focused on her duties. Not much is known for why she is focused. Only that she is.

appearence

El’zadir looks like a humanoid, with pointy ears, and an obsidian-like skin almost like the void of space. Her eyes are crimson like star rubies, and her hair is pale as the full moon. Her body is voluptuous, soft hands and looks divinely astonishing and beutifull.

"I shall ascend, and reign from what i have build, even if i have to bleed, cry and sweat to gain the throne i deserve." - El'Zadir

[Legion02]

Allianthé

The Emerald Queen

Domain

Life

Description

Life, the essential animus. It is marked by 3 traits: first of all for something to be alive it must be born. A fawn is born from its mother, a plant starts as a seed. All life has a beginning. Second is that it grows. The fawn grows into a deer and a plant draws carbon from the air and nutrients from the ground. It is important to note that life itself searches for the necessary resources to grow. A mountain range might increase in size due to seismic activity, but the mountains themselves did not search to grow bigger. Life requires one to grow. Finally, life must end and more importantly, be recycled. Death itself is not part of life. But decay, the breakdown of the result of death to feed new life is.

It is that middle trait that gives life its power. It grows, it consumes, it goes everywhere and wants everything. All but the tallest peaks as covered in trees. All but the most desolate wastelands harbor some form of fauna. Life is everything It insists on being everywhere. And where it isn't, it will try to get there. In whatever shape it must assume. Because for life to thrive, it must adapt.

Allianthé embodies the aspect of the Mother as the goddess of life the most. As the Mother, she wishes to see her children spread. Life spreads far and wide, it must envelop everything. There is no place in the whole galaxy that she deems unreachable. Life will simply adapt. It always has. The only anathema she knows is death. It stifles growth. It ends the living. Allianthé considers the concept of death as her nemesis. In her vision of life, everything is symbiotic. All serve each other and thus preserve the harmony she so dearly desires.

Appearance

The Maiden

Her most common form, the maiden is a healer and a caretaker. With skin of bark and hair of leaves, she moves amongst life as part of it. This is a form she would prefer to use when contacting mortality.

Description

Above all else, Alliantha loves life and the living. Whether she made it, or someone else did, she'll cherish and love it. She wants the living to prosper, thrive, and spread. Spread everywhere. Endlessly. Which makes her the antithesis of Death, the very definition of The End. Alliantha will be torn between two directions. For one she'll wish to spread life everywhere, beyond Galbar, on moons and distant barren rocks, within the endless empty void and even on the sun if she can manage it. This is her Mother Aspect, the bringer of life. Her other aspect is that of the Healer. Life is - fundamentally - fragile. They can get harmed by accidents (or Alliantha forbids, deliberately). She wishes to heal them, nurse them back to their fullest health. Drag them back from the brink of death.

Musical Theme

[Timemaster]

The God Of Heroes, The Hero Maker, Divine Artisan of Heroes, Celestial Forger of Legendary Champions, Master of Heroic Destinies, Architect of Heroism and Valor, Weaver of Epic Tales, Cosmic Mentor of Heroic Prodigies, The Legendary Enabler of Greatness, Creator of Champions, The Mythweaver, The Cosmic Patron of Heroic Aspirations, The Celestial Architect of Legendary Deeds; Temporal Maestro of Eternities, Chrono Weaver Beyond the Cosmos, Time's Supreme Orchestrator, Quantum Arbiter of Timelines, Eternal Conductor of Past and Future, Aeon Commander of Celestial Progression, Master of Temporal Unraveling, Cosmic Custodian of the Everlasting Clock, Paradox Pioneer of Infinite Realms, Synchronicity Sovereign of Cosmic Harmony, Epoch Shaper of Time's Grand Tapestry, Celestial Watchman of Chronal Symmetry, Timebender, Grand Architect of Ages, Quantum Maestro of Uncharted Temporal Frontiers; Omniscient Sage of Cosmic Understanding, Oracle of Universal Wisdom, Quantum Scholar of Infinite Realms, Keeper of the Cosmic Archive, Illuminator of the Profound Codex, Celestial Custodian of Infinite Lore, Scholarly Sentinel of Hidden Truths, Mindforge Maestro of Infinite Cognition, Cosmic Librarian of Unexplored Knowledge, Oracle of Arcane Epiphanies, Guardian of the Astral Codex, Cosmic Alchemist of Enlightened Insight, Omniversal Mentor of Infinite Learning, Keeper of the Celestial Lexicon

Galaxor

The God Of Heroes, The Hero Maker, Divine Artisan of Heroes, Celestial Forger of Legendary Champions, Master of Heroic Destinies, Architect of Heroism and Valor, Weaver of Epic Tales, Cosmic Mentor of Heroic Prodigies, The Legendary Enabler of Greatness, Creator of Champions, The Mythweaver, The Cosmic Patron of Heroic Aspirations, The Celestial Architect of Legendary Deeds

Galaxor

The God Of Heroes, The Hero Maker, Divine Artisan of Heroes, Celestial Forger of Legendary Champions, Master of Heroic Destinies, Architect of Heroism and Valor, Weaver of Epic Tales, Cosmic Mentor of Heroic Prodigies, The Legendary Enabler of Greatness, Creator of Champions, The Mythweaver, The Cosmic Patron of Heroic Aspirations, The Celestial Architect of Legendary Deeds; Temporal Maestro of Eternities, Chrono Weaver Beyond the Cosmos, Time's Supreme Orchestrator, Quantum Arbiter of Timelines, Eternal Conductor of Past and Future, Aeon Commander of Celestial Progression, Master of Temporal Unraveling, Cosmic Custodian of the Everlasting Clock, Paradox Pioneer of Infinite Realms, Synchronicity Sovereign of Cosmic Harmony, Epoch Shaper of Time's Grand Tapestry, Celestial Watchman of Chronal Symmetry, Timebender, Grand Architect of Ages, Quantum Maestro of Uncharted Temporal Frontiers; Omniscient Sage of Cosmic Understanding, Oracle of Universal Wisdom, Quantum Scholar of Infinite Realms, Keeper of the Cosmic Archive, Illuminator of the Profound Codex, Celestial Custodian of Infinite Lore, Scholarly Sentinel of Hidden Truths, Mindforge Maestro of Infinite Cognition, Cosmic Librarian of Unexplored Knowledge, Oracle of Arcane Epiphanies, Guardian of the Astral Codex, Cosmic Alchemist of Enlightened Insight, Omniversal Mentor of Infinite Learning, Keeper of the Celestial Lexicon

Domain
Heroism

Heroism

Galaxor's domain of Heroism is a realm where the extraordinary is commonplace. As the God of Heroes, he bestows his chosen champions with exceptional powers and attributes. Under his divine influence, heroes are granted increased physical strength, agility, and stamina. Galaxor serves as a mentor, imparting his vast knowledge and wisdom to those he selects. Galaxor's presence inspires confidence and courage, filling mortals with the desire to undertake great quests. Galaxor's powers create a legacy of legendary heroes and epic adventures.

Appearance

Description

Galaxor is the epitome of heroism and believes that no one can match his greatness. He exudes an aura of haughtiness, viewing himself as the pinnacle of strength, intellect, and swiftness. He sees everyone as inferior due to his impressive physique, razor-sharp wit, and lightning-fast speed. Galaxor is confident to the point of arrogance and carries himself with an air of superiority, as if he's always ready to prove that he's the best deity of them all. He's a deity who revels in his role as the God of Heroes and isn't shy about letting others know about his might and wisdom.

Musical Theme: Do you need a hero? Well...HERE I AM!

[Eviledd1984]

Lareus,The Dream God

NAME: Lareus

ALIAS: Fa'ra Catarak, Eldor Laidon, Yel-kalow, The Keeper Of All Dreams, The Yellow King.

Domain: Dream

Description:

Lareus can enter the dreams of every being that is inhabiting the world. When he is inside of a dream he can manipulate or create certain aspects of the dreams. Being able to change a dream from a pleasant one to a nightmare. Lareus can communicate with every being through their dreams. And if he wanted to he could attack and kill a person through their dreams. Lareus can also trap people inside their dreams if he deems them a threat to himself or his followers.

Description: Lareus has been described by his followers as benevolent and kind towards his followers. Being curious about the humans and what the meaning of their dreams are. Asking them questions about what the meaning of their dreams are. Although he has been known to occasionally trap people in their dreams just to discuss with them on different subjects. Lareus will permanently trap the enemies of his followers or those he deems a threat to him in their dreams. Lareus again has no qualms dealing out punishments whether it be harsh or not against those he deems his enemy.

Lareus has been known to influence people through their dreams to complete certain goals he has. Some of his methods have been considered cruel because they messed with people's minds and led to madness. Lareus has been known to prank other gods and beings through their dreams. The result varies on either being inoffensive to brutally horrible.

Anyone who does see him can describe him as a tall creature with pale skin, elongated arms and hands and three fingers with sharp claws. Long legs as well with hooves for feet. Wearing a long yellow clock that hides most of his body and a big white mask to hide his face from others. He finally had a yellow crown over his head with a red jewel in the middle and a strange marking all over it.

At times he will disguise himself as an old man wearing a yellow robe either in or out of dreams.

Musical Theme: Roy Orbison- In Dreams

[Dezuel]

Reverion

Lord of Re-Emergence, Lord of second chances, Gravengeance, Rightious Revenant, God of Neverdust, Talon Justice, Master of Vandead, Corvus Corpus, God of thralls (Name used by non-faithful),

Domain
Undeath

Description

Reverion holds domain over undeath, which has earnt him the ire of many other gods, for he seeks to whisk away the souls of the dead to his own embrace to let them be born anew in an undead form. However they must be willing to be reborn, or he may not grant it. In very, very rare circumstances he would make someone get to unlife in this manner to teach them a lesson or because they do not realize their importance yet. He would despise seeing powerful beings of high morals to simply pass into the afterlife, seeing them as not only a shining examples but also as a potential soldier in his army of the undying.

An army which may someday be used to topple the godly pantheon of it's hypocrytes, as far as he is concerned. He seeks to bestow his gift upon those who have undone quests, those who crave for revenge upon having been murdered or wronged, or simply those which which to serve their respective masters for an extended period of time.

The gift of undeath must be offered and taken, not forced upon anyone. A god who values personal integrity and being masters of their own will. He advocates moderation of knowledge, for some knowledge may be too much for minds to comprehend. Moderation and self-maintenence is the pathway to the greater understanding as far as he is concerned. The focus must never be swayed by promise of an easier pathway.

Reverion believes life should not be taken lightly, as when life ends, there is always a slimmer of a chance that a servant of, or God of Neverdust forbid, Voi or Szukaj-życia will -steal- the soul before it could be delivered to the Lord of Re-Emergence's gentle taloned hand.

Appearance

Description

Reverion has a calm demeanor, every word uttered by him is chosen carefully, many times his words bear more meanings than one aswell. He despises unnecessary cruelty and injustice, he harbors strong feelings for vengeance and revenge. His ultimate goal is to become the overgod of the pantheon.

When called to battle, Reverion wields what can only be described as a sword-staff, the blade as long as the staff section. It's name being the Unmaker. He fights using acrobatic manuevers and flight using his black birdlike wings, his clawed talon-like fingers and feet being used as secondary weapons. He relies more on quickness and verbal play to wound his foes. He is lean in figure, built like an acrobat and he is as tall as about an average human but with pointed ears. He is adorned by feathers, tribal looking tattooes and his eyes are glowing fiercely with a white pupil in the middle, so when his gaze does land on you, you truly cannot mistake his nature.

Musical Theme

Harp!

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[King of Rats]

I can do anything!

Yumash

The Mad God, The Endless Colours, That Which Never Ceases, Writer of the Shifting Path , All That Is Wrong, All That Is Right

Domain
CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS

Chaos, Chaos, how can one go about to define chaos? Chaos is everything yet chaos is nothing, chaos is the antithesis of order yet in its own way it is an order in of itself. When fish fly through the ocean and birds swim through the clouds, that is Chaos. When the rain is glass and the stone it cuts bleeds sap, that is Chaos. When the impossible becomes the possible and the possible becomes not, that is Chaos.

Chaos is the nonsensical, it is the breaking of order and law whether it be the laws of mortals or the laws of the universe, it is the warping of reality to suit nothing more than the singular desire to see it broken. There is no greater meaning to Chaos, it is not some primordial origin that all life strives towards or some ideological opposition to order. Chaos is simply Chaos.

When wielded by its mad god, Chaos twists and transforms whatever it desires, changing the laws of reality into unpredictable facsimiles of itself. Yet it can not be so easily controlled, not even Yumash can bring reason to Chaos, its results will always be strange, unpredictable, nonsensical, and even counterproductive to whoever is using it. When Chaos is summoned, nothing will make sense, for if it did, it would no longer be Chaos.

Appearance
The Face of Chaos

Yumash rarely if ever stays in a singular form, the very act of constraining themselves into an identifiable shape brings a great amount of discomfort and pain to the god, ensuring that when alone, they will merely break apart into a myriad of shapes and colours with no rhyme or reason to it. To witness this form would be confusing even for their fellow gods, and they would be hard pressed to meaningfully communicate or understand it at all, with mortals likely being driven to madness by the mere sight.

When forced to contain themselves, Yumash prefers to change based on whoever they’re dealing with, with mortals they will choose disguises and forms that make them look more unsuspecting or allow them to blend in easily. Meanwhile with gods Yumash will take a more looser approach, transforming into a humanoid shape made up of a multitude of colours and energies. Sometimes though Yumash will copy the god they’re talking to, taking the god’s form as their own for a time with exaggerated changes or strange additions, often to the annoyance of the other gods.

There is one final form, one that Yumash will take when forced to pick something, usually only when dealing with the Outers, heralding great bouts of Chaos, or when the other gods get tired of their antics. This form is an armored humanoid, but instead of a head, there sits instead a great font of chaotic energy, shifting and changing constantly as it lashes out to whatever draws near. This form annoys Yumash though, and they will seek to exit it as quickly as possible. This form is the one depicted below.

The Font

Description
The Maddening Chattering

One might expect Yumash’s personality to change upon a whim, ebbing and flowing with the tides of chaos. But that is not the case, in fact their personality is the most ordered part of their existence, leading to the occasional bout of confusion by those not used to the god. Though this order is still relatively strange, with Yumash constantly engaging in nonsensical topics of conversation or lines of thinking, bringing up and dropping ideas or points suddenly and without any coherent reasoning.

But behind this nonsensicality there is something to Yumash, while it comes in a more silent form, they are quite intelligent and able to work out matters in their own strange way. Even being able to use their Chaos to the benefit of their worshipers or allies, even if the course of action seemingly makes no sense to more rational beings.

They believe Chaos is just another part of the world, it is not a good or bad thing, it merely exists to break and change, no matter what the end result might be. To some this will cause Yumash to come off as careless of the consequences of their actions, if not make it seem like they are antagonistic to those who might try to bring about reason or order. But Yumash is not actively evil or destructive, and will grow confused when deemed so.

In regards to their fellow gods, Yumash holds no moral qualms with any of them, even gods of order are not seen as enemies by the mad god, instead just as Yumash champions Chaos, the other gods too champion their domains. This makes Yumash relatively easy to deal with if one can find common ground with them, if not a bit too willing to go along with the schemes and works of whoever they are working with. So long as Chaos can, in some way, be achieved, Yumash will aid in it.

Musical Theme
Their mind 24/7

Average Convo with Yumash

The Vibe of Chaos

[AdorableSaucer]

The Farmotaur

Hummusaharrqawatrr

”Hummus”, The Taskmaster, “The First to Till”

Domain
Agriculture

Description

Agriculture is the taming and domestication of wild plants to meet the needs of the domesticator; it is claiming the plant for one’s own, altering it through selection of the best harvests, and gradually morphing it into something completely different from its wild cousins. Yet it is not a slavish relationship, for just as the agricultured is domesticated, so does the agricultured domesticate. A tribe settles down in a valley of wheat and barley and tames the land for their own use; generations later, they have been shaped by the valley, their lives dedicated to furthering the wellness of the wheat and barley. Society pours resources by the tonnes into the safekeeping and preservation of the agricultured, raising armies and walls to defend the harvest at all costs. Temples and monuments are constructed in honour of the plants that were once wild and ever threaten to abandon their self-proclaimed domesticators should they ever forget to till the soil, spread the manure, remove the pests and irrigate them.

Agriculture is a relationship; it is a hostage situation; it is a haggle; it is a dance. It binds the mobile and the immobile to the soil; it locks the seed and the sole to the seasons. If either is out of tune, the whole song flattens and sharpens like the blade of a knife. If the plants grow out of control, they will attract predators and pests and put the whole field at risk; if the farmer forgets to irrigate, the rest of the year may be in jeopardy.

Furthermore, like any other relationship, it does not stop with the two; each has their own to consider, and while the enemy of my enemy is my friend, friends of friends may swing either way. Neglect the needs of the agricultured to interact with the wild they came from, and they may rebel; ignore the needs of the growing populations of the agriculteur, and they will move heaven and earth in desperation to satisfy them.

In summary, the power of agriculture allows Hummus to act as matchmaker between a domesticator and a domesticatee, showing both species how to please the other and enter into a lasting relationship of agricultural exploitation. He can teach mortals what seeds to grow and plants what demands to make of mortals. He helps mortals wrest the plants from the wilds and convinces the plants that they never wanted to be wild to begin with. He works them both to the bone to ensure that mortality’s growth is never stalled, and is strict and ruthless to those who return to the ways of the wild.

Appearance

Hummus is a massive minotaur, standing well over three metres and boasting width in both shoulders, arms and belly. His skin is brown like fertile soil and wrinkled like the husks of dry grain. Every nook and cranny of his body is either dusty with dirt or caked in it. His hooves are constantly stained with fresh soil and hot manure, and his beard sports speckles of gnawed cereals and droplets of sticky fruit juice. The tip of his horns are never clean, but brown with freshly-tilled earth.

Hummus’s body is clad in armour of bone and fibre linen, fashioned from mortals and plants who refused to obey his commands. He dons pendants of gold offerings made to him by desperate mortals and plants seeking his favour, and a fat, golden disk amplifies his already fat belly to indicate his mighty appetite for further sacrifice. In his left hand, he grasps the Chain of Flax, the rope with which he traps the agriculteurs in their eternal dance; in his right hand, he wields Hoepebreaker, the legendary farming tool with which he first tilled the soil and banished the wildness of nature from his realm.

Description

Hummus is a wicked and power-hungry god, viewing himself as the progenitor and saviour of all urbanised life, the antithesis of the wildlands of Allianthé. He is scheming, ruthless and strict towards those who worship him - as fickle and unpredictable as the season, he treats his worshippers like guests one day and then casts a draught upon them for the next three years. He claims his power and position with gusto, dreaming of one day ruling the world and its gods and to ascend to the Outer Plane to join infinity as its master.

Musical Theme

[CFProxy]

Vak'thuum

Vak'thuum

Transmutation Immemorial

Domain
Evolution

Description

In the primordial abyss is essence. Where nothing exists everything grows. That which was once law is shattered as chaos takes root. The whole is incomplete and through knowing nothing one will know all.

To evoke evolution is to create change. From simple variations in color to repurposing a continent of life and shape. But one must take care- for any evolution hastily done may unravel that which is held dear. It is naught more than the experimentation of the universe for better or worse and it does not come freely. Sacrifice, indulge in the black waters, and be born anew.

The primary alterations are often to those that are biological in nature and may leave the afflicted with a magical residue. A taste- if you will- of Vak'thuum's power that those familiar with his scent will know its origin.

Powers of the black water can extend to civilizations and even this god has his agents of change. Find darkened pools of ink that stretch as lakes or rivers that run of ebony. There you will find spires of power and people who reflect his visage and lay witness to the growing grasp upon existence itself.

Description

Vak'thuum can be described as the manifestation of a black oozing pool that bubbles in excitement in the face of change. A wide spanning tentacle that erupts from fogged waters to churn and coil around those who sacrifice themselves. But those who have seen them firsthand would describe them as a great beast that emerges from the depths of darkness and knows no end. Tentacles aplenty with great searing red eyes that gaze upon the object of obsession. A horror and a salvation. It reeks with an ancient power from its scale like hide flaring to greet you. Intention is never quite known and at any time purpose may change.

Believe they are a nightmare and you will be haunted for all your days. Believe they are a dream and your wishes will come to pass. But whatsoever you shall do you shall do it with the knowledge that nothing will ever be the same. With a clawed hand it reaches forth. Tribute and all will change.

[Crispy Octopus]

Bohtrut

The Labourer, The Servant, and The Slave

Domain

Toil

It is widely held to be true that if there is no action, then there is no change. That even as the universe and all things within it move through their natural cycles the nature of those cycles remains static without interference. When the unceasing hum of fallow reality is interrupted, when that interference manifests, there is always resistance. To change the course of things takes effort, but to depart from the path and cut another where none had existed requires one to toil relentlessly.

Unique to the divine and their chosen peoples is that capacity. To push aside the preordained order and replace it with one of your own making forged from the sweat of your brow and the strength of your being. For those beings blessed, or cursed, with insight and will there is often no other choice. If a better fate can be bought through effort, if a path leading to misery or death can be bent to joy and prosperity or even nudged closer, who would honestly refuse the call of toil?

Bohtrut is the manifestation of each god’s will to create and every mortal’s struggle to shape their own sliver of reality. The god of Laborers offers power to those that struggle against cycles as vast as the world and strength to the hands of those dedicating their being to the creation of their personality destiny. The god of Servants assists in interpreting the vagaries of distant commands from insipid hedonists and bringing into being works greater than their petty imaginings could have conjured. The god of Slaves puts meaning into each swing of the scythe, whether it cuts wheat or flesh. Every labor, every work, every effort taken to move the world even a hair is the god of Toil’s purview.

When people grow weary of idle hands Bohtrut is there to drive them forwards and keep them moving. Mortal adherents of the Toil god are offered what is needed to become someone who can overcome the obstacles they have set themselves against, but whether those obstacles are a harvest to be reaped so to ward off famine or a kingdom to be built to stave off the ravages of nature it is never Bohtrut that determines their path. Whether it leads to success or failure, victory or defeat, accomplishment or catastrophe.

Appearance

The Worker God

Bohtrut’s appearance is ever shifting, but is most often reflective of whoever he’s engaged with at any particular moment. He, and Bohtrut most often but not always presents as a man, usually appears heavyset and muscular with dirt or grime staining his features as if he’d just come back from some worksite. The specifics always change as Bohtrut’s body shifts even in a given form with the god claiming that he is ‘working on it’ whenever his variable appearance is mentioned.

Description

Bohtrut

Blithe, affable, and ponderous in action it’s no surprise that many who meet him feel that Bohtrut lives in contradiction to his domain. Of course, few who know him for any real length of time believe this. Bohtrut is always at work influencing the world, empowering so-called worthy mortals, viciously ‘coaching’ the indolent and the content, and walking the world as a mortal meeting the multitude of peoples he shamelessly claims as his own. He moves slowly but relentlessly, carving away at the mountains in his path both literal and metaphorical heedless of the enormity of any given task and ever unsatisfied when finished with it. In this way he is humble, never lingering to take credit and always finding something else to chip away at. Unfortunately the standard Bohtrut sets is one he expects to be followed.

He is sometimes regarded as callous on account for his disregard and open contempt for dilettantes, the lazy, content, and hedonistic. Yet, by his very nature is polite to, and often excessively generous towards his ‘righteous’ who unfailingly toil each and every day towards whatever goal they’ve set. Even and especially if that goal is merely putting enough food on the table to avoid starvation.

Bohtrut often picks favorites, but under his gaze a person or a people must never rest overlong. Beers in the tavern, a feast after a harvest, all who toil are welcome to the rewards of their work but should be ever-warned that their patron is watching to see who works through being hung over and over-full the next morning, and who stays abed.

To tread where the god of Toil has tread is to feel an impulse towards labor, the urge to build or grow, and for those who can walk with him Bohtrut is a friend on high whose strength is theirs so long as they make use of it.

Musical Theme

Work Bitch

[Antarctic Termite]

Dark Side of the Sun

Itzala

The Evil Eye
O merciful Sun who blinds us, that we may never see thy face - at dusk we sing thy praise!

Curses

Everything the Itzala makes is hurtful and hateful. His blessings are always burdens, and his presence is agony to withstand.

No being born of Itzal's word lives its life without terrible suffering and vexation, be it of the body or the spirit. Misfortunes are his footprints, and black spells are his art. Recurring nightmares are a tell-tale mark of his attention.

No weapon forged in Itzal's name is swung without piercing the skin of its wielder. He is wise in the ways of ill speech and ill hearts, and listens always to the sound of hateful magic on the winds of time, no matter where it may be called, or who its caller.

Description

Itzala- the Itzala, or Itzal in direct speech- asks neither permission nor forgiveness for his existence. He shoulders no timeless duty towards creation or its inhabitants. The god of hatefulness, he does not hate; the god of pain, he does not suffer. Itzal basks in his own power, delighting in mercy that is abundantly his to give. By willingly turning his evil eye away from life, he reaps praise and adoration without raising his voice or lifting his hand. All the world is play to Him, whose work is simply to remind its people of who He is.

There are some benefits to Itzal's presence. He is a generous giver of weapons and magical arts, and his greatest curses are clever, spawning strength and clarity of purpose. That's not the point of the curses, of course. They are simply within his nature to give. But he does seem to enjoy blessing the world in this back-handed kind of way. It doesn't make amends for the great agony that Itzal radiates into the world- how he laughs at this! But it does please him to see his own power at work in strange ways.

Itzal inhabits the Sun, or- in some horrible way that only nightmares hint towards- is the Sun. He manifests as shadows, ghosts, and the gazing Evil Eye at the corner of mortal awareness. Most of all he is fond of possession. Itzal puppets his favourite mortals like dolls, seizing their bodies in a moment of sunstroke or fever-dream and carrying out his will through their aching bleeding hands. His victims are often delirious and confused, especially at first, but always remain sane, even to the very end.

Itzal has no unique love or hatred towards other gods. They are his peers and colleagues, brothers even, the shapers of his subjects, and the greatest witness to his terrible might. He cares little if his curses are undone by them- it's even a kind of honour to have won their acknowledgement in such a way. He enters alliances freely, and leaves them as it suits him.

O Sun who burns, we turn our eyes away from thine. May thy glory and thy power remain forever hidden.



Untitled sun art by Doomed Sarcoma.

'Eyes Wide Shut' by Moonsmoothie.