Condaral, God of the Skies

Other Titles: Lightwielder, Skyking, Prince of Clouds

Alignment: CG

Weapon: Longbow (Revelation)

Major Domains: Sky, Air, Ice

Minor Domains:  Sun, Light, Daytime, Breezes

Totem Animal and Warform:  Gold Eagle

Holy Symbol: Two icicles, the left smaller by half then the right.

Favored Appearances: Conadral is a small, hawklike person in both of his favored aspects, and prefers to blend in rather than be noticed. His male form is of average height, around 5’8″, and of an average build. His eyes are a fierce ice blue and set within an a fairly feminine and angled face. His brow is high, as is his cheekbones, but his aquiline nose is his most prominent feature. He keeps his blond hair close cut and is clean shaven at all times. He will generally take the form of a human, but is equally known to be found in elven form.

His favored Female form is that of a human almost exclusively, and looks very similar to the male form, except for the slightly more feminine form and features. The same close cut blond hair, the same ice blue eyes and the same nose. Though many gods forms could be construed as family members, Conadrals forms are as close to twins as it gets. Both forms carry longbows and are excellent shots and hunters as well.

Personality: Conadral lives and breathes for freedom and justice, though he sees much more value in the less combative ways of achieving those goals than his brother Takannas.  Instead of violently opposing those who he views as oppressing others, he seeks to educate and elevate those who are being oppressed – a different side of the same coin. He enjoys nothing more than the freedom to do whatever whim strikes him, be it fly the skies, bed a beautiful person, or teach the peasants on a barons farm to read.  However, he strives continuously not to step on other peoples freedoms when exercising his own. He values even the most loathsome persons right to do what they want as long as others aren’t harmed int eh process. To many, Conadral is the patient and wise god, one who’s council is sought on many occasions and highly regarded.

For all his values, however, he is a terrifying fighter, a warrior and consummate fighter who has taken the field thousands of times against the demon armies of the Accursed.  When all else fails, violence is a completely acceptable answer and it can, and should, be pursued to its fullest end once evoked.

Teachings: The god of the Skies teaches to be open and willing to receive both knowledge and wisdom from all sources, and to be part of the solution when problems arise.. Be a leader in your community and world, break down the barriers between people and create freedom and openness for all. Each day, each cycle, is an opportunity to go out and make a difference in the lives of those around you. Be mindful, however, of their freedoms, and do not overstep your bounds. Offer to help, but take a step back when your help is not needed. Be the person who all can turn to for advice, but tread that knife edge carefully, do not become vainglorious and self-assured. Be humble when leading, and look deeply at the consequences before acting.

Abode: Conadral lives in the Flying Citadel, a simple fortress of ice and wind on an enormous cloud. He can guide it where he is needed most, and his army of flying warriors can descend into a battle to take the fight to the enemy from above. Said to have a hundred spires each with a hundred rooms, it is thought by some to have been created from cloudstuff solidified by elven mages on Kasan and then transported somehow to the Iron Marches for him to live in and wage war from.

Clergy: Clerics of Conadral tend to be a semi-wandering lot, though they will sometimes stay for six or seven years in a single location before moving on. They attempt to inspire and educate the many people that they come across, and when they find somewhere that direly needs their attention, they will set up a permanent abode and live with that community until there is such a time as they feel they no longer rely on him. At that time, he will recruit a young and promising apprentice and move on, leaving the apprentice that had shown up in town with to tend the flock until he, too, feels the call of other lands.

Knightly Orders: One of the great organizations on Kasan, the Blue Knights of Conadral are both feared and revered. They accept only volunteers to their esteemed company, and many are rejected for lack of skill, intelligence and compassion. While they were originally founded to protect sacred sights to the God of the Skies, they have transformed into a powerful fighting force.  While they do live, study and train in high peaks and great open plains, they are approachable by any to plead their cause. those causes that are found to be the most worthy and beyond reproach by the High Marshall of the abbey are rewarded with a company of Blue Knights, each supposedly worth more than a hundred other warriors on the fields.

Clerical Attire/colors: Conadrals colors are cream and brilliant blue, and his priests wear little other than a tunic and britches made of the brightest blues, trimmed and rimmed with cream. Many of the highest clerics wear brilliant white caps of various complexity and ornateness to show their status and stature within the church.

Followers: As with the four other elemental gods, Condaral has a broad appeal to mages, warriors and priests. He is also the patron of many craftsmen and merchants for his self-reliance, and to a strong number of peasants and commoners due to his specific teachings.

Kara, Goddess of Thieves

Other Titles: The Black Hand, She of Shadows, Lightless, Silent Death

Alignment: CN

Weapon: Dagger (Final Conclusion)

Major Domains: Thieves, Trickery, Deception

Minor Domains:  Luck, Ambition, Assassins, Absolution

Totem Animal: Serpent. Specifically the venomous, poisonous serpents.

Holy Symbol: A large, straight dagger, pointed downward, gleaming from the tip.

Favored Appearances: Kara generally favors a female form, but has no problems taking a male form as well, if it suits her. Though she takes on whatever form is needed to accomplish her goals, she has some specific traits she leans to when on the prime.  Her female form is homely and nondescript, though pretty enough to catch the eye of those men or women she feels she needs to seduce for a night or longer. She is unremarkable when she desires and can burn in your mind when she finds it useful. Her hair is mid length, and often a light brown, and she dresses modestly, though not poor. She wears no jewelry or other distinctive markings, though she does carry her dagger wherever she goes.

Her male form is one that stands out and gets attention, though not in a good way. He has dark hair and eyes, with a close cut beard of the same shade. He fumbles about along his way, seeming to alternately limp and stumble forwards. He keeps his eyes down, his clothes plain, and his voice low.

Warform:  A venomous serpent composed  of whirling stone and ice, her warform slides forward into battle. Unlike most serpents, hers has a barb on the tail dripping with venom as well as fangs as large around as a mans thigh made of lightning. Her main form of combat is that of a swift strike from either her fangs or her barb, and she is equally deadly with both.

Personality: Kara is an unrepentant thief with little morals with endless lies pouring from her mouth. Yet she alone may have saved the Paltonarchs from a miserable end by personally slaying Ferosh, betraying the young rebels and turning herself in to the Paltonarch leadership. Though there is little to believe about her, her loyalty to the cause has never wavered. She has personally slain a number of Accursed, and continues to deceive and trick her way into and out of their camps, gathering information and slaying vital assets. She is prickly about her status, and while she is convinced she took the correct action in betraying the Young Rebels, she does not feel that she is truly welcome at all times.

Teachings: Kara is truly a dark teacher, one of the great vile minds in the Paltonarch ranks. She teaches subversive and dangerous lessons to her followers: Lie, Cheat and Steal: What you can take is yours by right. To build upon that, she also teaches that ones life is always greater than that of any others, and preserving your own life in any way necessary is the very basis of existence. She preaches skill and honing your craft, but she also teaches that it is better to be lucky than good. Finally, she teaches not to be content with your position in life. always seek to ursurp and overtake those with better status and or means than you. Take what you can, and leave nothing behind.

Abode: Kara lives in the Darkened Deep, a labyrinth of tunnels leading to a great underground keep carved completely out of obsidian. Its dark, dank and full of snakes. From here, Kara works with the darker side of the Paltonarchs war, leading surgical strikes and deep reconnaissance as needed.

Clergy: Kara has few clergy that worship her and spread the word as she is deemed, while a worthwhile asset, treacherous and dangerous. Those who do keep her faith are tolerated as long as they do not break the laws, a tall order, or sometimes, when they are the law.

Knightly Orders: While the order would not be considered Knightly, Kara does have a sect of extremely devoted followers. They call themselves the Adders Fangs, and they are assassins that seek out and slay the richest and most wealthy beings that they can find. While many times that means killing powerful merchants and great lords, every once in a while it will entail rounding up a group of like minded folk and heading into a dungeon to plunder a lichs tomb or to slay a powerful dragon and collect its hoard. These dark and sinister people are also for hire – For the right price, and have been known to end whole wars before they can start for their clients.

Clerical Attire/colors: Clerics of Kara are known as the faceless, as they are all sworn to wear a black, opaque cloth mask. It is not known whether or not they can see through it, however, as some seem extremely clumsy, yet others can be said to “look” you right in the eye. They wear navy blue shirts and trousers, and tend to be armed both with a standard short sword for defense, but also a curved, snakeheaded dagger is always on their person.

Followers: Assassins, thieves and thugs are among Karas most reverent followers, but there are also wizards, warriors and strong men who follower her as  well.

As my brother has been relating, I’ve taken my party down into a silver mine outside the town of Metarius, just east of the City of Parminium, in western Killbar. This means nothing to most of you, but thats alright. Today I’m not going on about my world, but about how I went about building a dungeon. I want to talk about Parminium, Killbar, ect, but I have to wait until each of those parts pan out and are explained to the players before I get really into it.

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Mutaren, Accursed of Transformation

Other Titles: He Who Shifts, the Changeling, Father Chaos, Master of Change

Alignment: CN

Weapon: Spiked Chain ( Howling Death)

Major Domains: Transformation, Change, Rage,

Minor Domains:  Chaos, Lycanthyropy, Shapeshifting. Adapting

Totem Animal: Any/All /none – As the Master of Change and transformation, Mutaren has all animals and none. He seems to show is favor and present omens with chimeric creatures: Owlbears, Bulettes, Chimeras and other hybrids.

Holy Symbol: The Changing Man: A man spread eagle with the head of a Wolf, one arm a serpent, the other a wing, and each leg different as well, one of a feline the other a stag.

Favored Appearances: Though Mutaren enjoys many forms, and even changing between them, he does have a semi-permanent form the seems to shift to and from. In both his male and female forms he takes similarly grotesque appearances. His male form, though, is dominated by the deformities of a massive club foot, a shriveled right arm, and a nearly missing nose. His hair is patchy and wiry both on his head and around his body. He speaks with a barely whispered voice that can easily be missed if one isn’t paying attention.

His female form is dominated by the a massive left arm, a right leg that is almost 3 inches shorter than the left, and both ears missing from the side of her head. Hair, some fine and some coarse, covers most of her visible skin, contrasted by long, silky locks of blond hair that flows from her head and down her back.

In combat or when needed, though, Mutaren will drastically change his form to suite what is needed and is a consummate combatant, shifting his body shape, hardness and weight to his best advantage

Warform: The Warform of Mutaren is that of an ever shifting maelstrom of claws,fangs and tentacles formed of all four elements. Truly a child of the elements, he combines all four in a roiling mass of death, with Talons of Ice changing into a Psudopod of Fire and Jaws of lightning shifting into heavy wings of granite and marble

Personality: While Mutaren is a chaotic person of immutable forms and infinite rage, he is a very stable person otherwise. His strong rage is contained and let loose when needed but otherwise kept firmly under control. Surprisingly, he is extremely learned and educational to talk to, being a sage in the fields of the elements, of wild beasts and the application of Transmutational Magics. Though many would think his chaotic and ever changing nature would prevent him from learning, it is almost completely the opposite. He quickly tires of many things, but only after achieving mastery of them: How else can one correctly assess a situation and adapt to its needs?

All of this, however, cannot conceal his every changing physical aspects, his quick temper and his unabated embrace of both freedom and rage.  Once he is tipped over the edge and into his furious anger, there is little that can stop him short of the complete destruction of the target of his ire. he will constantly adapt and change his both mental state, short of ending his rage, and his physical form to best confront this enemy of his, and will often times destroy many innocent people in his blinded state, and though he acknowledges his acts, he has never once shown remorse for his actions.

Teachings: Above all, Mutaren teaches to embrace change, either in your body or your mind. The very apex of adaptation is embracing change without hardship. Secondary to that is the complete acceptance and acceptance of your rage, and that that rage can be used to transform you completely. Sometimes its a wild and uncontrolled rage, and sometimes its a cold, focused fury. These transformations are the key to understanding who and what you are and where you belong. The more you can change yourself, the more you can belong in the world around you. The chaos of keeping your mind and body constantly aware of and receptive to change will harden you and transform you even more. Never accept what you are, always strive to become better, become more than what you are, even at the cost of others. If they cannot change they must be thrown aside, and the same is true for society, government, family and friends. If it does not adapt, if it does not change, it must be discarded.

Abode: Mutaren lives in an ever changing labyrinth called the Stones of Chaos. This hideout deep in the heart of Accursed territory is where he will wander around contemplating the order of chaos, the sounds of silence and the darkest recesses of light itself. Here he will, alone, test the very limits of how and what he can mutate in himself, often loosing himself completely in a new form or body for days or weeks at a time.

Cultists: Cultists who follow Mutaren are strong willed individuals who have come to see transformation and change as the foundations of the world. They reach out to those afflicted with physical or mental problems and tempt them into their world of rage and change. From here they seek to change themselves through mystical rituals, potions of dubious and untested nature and physical tests of endurance and pain. Mutarens cults are not tolerated well, as they are seen as agents of discord and dissonance by the powers that be, and rightly so.

Clerical Attire/colors: Mutaren favors dull oranges and light grays, with followers often wearing robes, tunics and broaches of those colors. His Changing man is often tattooed over the heart to denote complete devotion to the Accursed of Chaos. and is often, strangely, the one thing they will not mutate on their body through their strange and mystical ways. The head cultists will often have beast-head helms and masks that they wear, and change often, during rituals and sacraments, with the best and most powerful of them being able to transform their actual heads.

Followers: Mutaren is worshiped by many lycanthropes and shapechangers, as well as a number of warriors, Transmuters and even a few conjurers who tap deep into the well of reality to pull out completely new forms of existence.

Kashua, Accursed of Blood

Other Titles: Bloody One, She the All Seeing, The Final Breath

Alignment: NE

Weapon: Sickle ( Dream Sever)

Major Domains: Blood, Dying, Divination

Minor Domains:  Famine, Bad Omens, Harvest

Totem Animal: Vulture

Holy Symbol: A single, bright red blood drop, often stylized, with the drop encasing a howling skull. Sometimes this is worn on a necklace or a bracelet, but it is worn as a circlet as well, with the blood drop settling between the eyes.

Favored Appearances: Kashua is often seen walking the earth, but it is not a pleasant tiding. Her favorite form of a wizened old man or woman tend to share the same features. Long, dying gray hair with cataract covered eyes, hunching over a walking stick of some sort. Both have lost most of their teeth and seem to be at the end of their lives. They always seem to be followed by vultures as if to telegraph their imminent demise. Both speak slowly and deliberately, never lying or attempting to deceive the listener. Her appearance in an area spooks the locals, who see in her both the coming of fall and the signs of the first frost in her footsteps both portents of the hard winter to follow.

Warform: A vulture of great size, as all warforms, hers is composed of solid rock, somehow afloat on the air none the less. Its Beak and Talons are sharp and made of obsidian while her feathers are carved in intricate patterns, often with shrieking faces being visible. She tends to lead armies on recon missions and attempts to outflank and out maneuver. with her ability to divine the future, she is always a great assett.

Personality:  The Accursed of Blood is a solitary individual. She keeps to herself and makes no lasting bonds with others. She is selfish and needy, as well, requiring attention from whoever seeks her out, and desiring to keep what she has attained for herself. Those who follow her and revere her offer up to her enormous amount of blood as sacrificial offers, and she receives it all, regardless of source. She has a small conflict with Ariannas, the Paltonarch of Banditry and violence due to the amount of unconsecrated blood she spills and wastes on a daily basis. Her association with the Accursed comes from the sly words of Ferosh, who brought to her awareness her vital connection to all the creatures in the world and that without her, without her massive power, their would be no life! She took this to heart and believes that the wrongs she is suffering now are the fault of the Paltonarchs not acknowledging the primacy of the younger gods, and the fault and blame of all the decisions made since then lies squarely on the four gods of the Elements.

Teachings: Kashua’s Teachings are fairly straight forward. She is the lifeblood of all living beings. As the Goddess of both Blood and Harvest, she has the ability to kill with a single displeasure. She is also the god of dying: not death, or the afterlife, simply the act of passage between one form of existence and the other. She believes that life is a choice and that if you so desire both suicide and death in combat or some such other means is a glorious, well deserved, end. To honor the goddess of blood is with living sacrifices, swift harvest and bloody deaths. What was once a well respected and admired following have now become ostracized on the outskirts of society.

Abode: Kashua lives in the Avra Geldura,  the old tongue phrase that roughly translates the beginning of blood. A dark maroon wooden structure deep within the mercury and Lead swamps in the heart of the Iron Marches, it is from here that she makes her stories and attacks deep into the contested lands.

Cultists: Those who follow Kashua are branded as lunatics and heretics among their societies.  Believing that bleeding out their sacrificial victims and letting them expire over the longest space of time will assist in harvests and prevent Famine, they are only sought out in the very worst of times to either alleviate plague or to bring a much needed boost to an ailing crop.  with their ability to divine the cause of the problems and the best possible outcome, they can spell out the best way to appease the goddess. Often demanding the the best and largest animal with the most blood for sacrifce, and have been known to bleed out animals for hours before letting them expire. Often, these fanatics are lone hermits in the deepest parts of the woods or high in the hills simply to perform their devotions to their chosen god in peace.

Clerical Attire/colors:  The colors of the goddess of blood are lighter tans and grays, with a rope of blood red or deep maroon around the waist. Their worship and sacrificial robes are very different, with each drop of  blood bringing character to the sacrificial robes. Priests often wield no weapons and carry no arms but a single sacrificial sickle that is used to open veins and arteries.

Followers: Most of her followers are loners and hermits, with a few doctors, teachers and farmers mixed in. Warriors and assassins also often worship her, so that when the day comes, their blood may work their way into her already massive power and grant them status in the afterlives.

Few Succeed.