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Lesser Deity / Deity / Greater Deity

Their alignment: Lawful good etc. Lawful Neutral

Their Domains: Law, Chaos, Magic, etc. Ice, Restoration, Foresight, Void

Lore: In the time before The Last Desolation there was a wondrous deity of compassion, forgiveness and healing, who tried to spread profound goodness to all of existence whom many called Soraka the Starcaller. Tragically. the War of the Last Desolation changed a great many things; many gods were slain and many more reborn from the ashes of the cataclysmic event, causing major shifts in cosmic power. Soraka was not slain, but corrupted by a weapon created by an ancient cult of minor deities called The Watchers. They used an eltridge and powerful weapon created from the void itself to slay a dozen other deities before Soraka was able to put a stop to the weapons, but in the process her essence was corrupted and warped, her body melding into a glacial black form.

The unknown ebony of the void has warped the deity’s very essence in a cruel manner; her powers manifesting with a  darkness so cold it causes black-tinted ice to form near and on all who received her blessing, entered her temples or even prayed to her. This change also corrupted yet enhanced her powers, her healing now much more potent, able to heal even the most dire of wounds, but wracks the body with a terrible chill that causes the recipient to feel as though their body were numb and their souls shivering helplessly against the dark chill. Even after the healing is done and the deadened feeling passes, the healed tend to have traumatic visions from time to time, many being ghastly accurate to how grizzled their sights show.

These changes in her healing disturbed the masses, Soraka, who before the war had an astronomical amount of loyal and thankful followers, found her name suddenly despised an spited a deity of pain and madness. Her blessings upon mortals becoming sparse as the Spirit of Healing is reviled; her temples were abandoned and shrines desecrated, the name of Soraka becoming tarnished throughout existence. Soraka now secludes herself from most all beings, not wishing to be spited by her brethren or ex-followers, and chooses to help those who are so ‘in need’ of help that she believes will not scorn her for her gifts. 

Types of Followers: Those who are the most afraid of the loss of life are given the Mark of the Black Star, a symbol heralding the most tragic of events and there being very few ways to stop them. The Starchild now bestows her healing and mark only to those who are at the precipice of death, but worry for the sake of others rather than their own, finding their gratitude to be the most rewarding and least wavering.

Enemies: Beings who find her healing harmful, seeing it as evil or demonic, many templar groups finding her a disgusting being that only brings strife where she goes. Not many really care for her presence anymore, a shell of something that was, and still is great, but no longer what it once was.

Lesser Deity / Deity / Greater Deity

Their alignment: Chaotic Neutral (the real evil of all alignments)

Their Domains: Vengeance, Revenge, Firearms (handheld) 

Lore: Graves, the Arm of Revenge, would not have been set upon his bloodthirsty path if his partner in cons and crime, a man known only as Twisted Fate, hadn’t sold him out to a man that used him as a laboratory experiment for several years before he managed to escape. Malcolm Graves started off life as a solo act conman and stayed that way until a cardshark known as Twisted Fate wrangled him into a partnership. Until the betrayal, the two were good friends. Afterwards, Graves vowed revenge on the man that had deemed leaving him for dead to gain magic was a worthwhile endeavor. 

So great was this quest for vengeance that with Malcolm Graves’ dying breath he called upon the Lady of Vengeance herself. The call went unanswered and, unable to find his rest, he remained on the mortal plane as an unholy spirit seeking revenge. This caught the attention of higher powers and he was given the choice of ascending or moving on. 

Graves’ holy days are the day he broke out of his laboratory prison, the day he joined the League of Legends, and the day of his apotheosis. Followers make pledges to their loved ones that they hope not to break unless they absolutely must. Vengeful though Graves is towards oath-breakers even he knows what is and isn’t possible for a mortal to accomplish. 

Types of Followers: Orphans, assassins, 

Lesser Deity / Deity / Greater Deity

Their alignment: Lawful good etc. Lawful neutral

Their Domains: Law, Chaos, Magic, etc. Progress, Nobility, Pacts

Lore: The will of man should never be underestimated, their courage, intelligence and ingenuity have shaped the world in innumerable ways. In a world so filled with Kings and Emperors, Presidents and Councils, the smaller beings who could make a difference are cast aside, their goals in sight but not having the tools to reach them.

A singular daughter of Nobility, her name lost to the ages, was injured in her prime, her ascension into the world cut short by tragedy that crippled her in some way. Then unable to fulfill her duties, she was looked down upon and forgotten by her family and rivals while the world she expected to be able to change flowed on without her. Despite this she tried her hardest to become a figure of importance, to achieve something or to change something she found undesirable in the world that none this day knows besides her. Years went by as she spent her days and nights scheming, plotting, and politicking to give her some standing amongst those she considered her equal. But to her eternal dismay, they never recognized her feats, nor her presence throughout their lifetimes. She died a nameless death, the inevitable call of death sucking her soul into the void, but she chose that would not go quietly as she did in life, she went kicking and screaming, clinging to the world that had forgotten her as she would not allow it to. 

A god took an ear to her plight and plucked her soul at the precipice of its disappearance. This god, suspected to be the Great God of Artifice Viktor, had found her tenacity intriguing and inspiring, his first and only reason for this was to study her. But itseems something else happened between them, Viktor then gave this nameless girl a purpose and power of unknown origin, her being no longer what she once was, but only having the self-proclaimed name: The Benefactor.

The Benefactor now is deity of all whom can see a change and feel it deep in their souls that they can reach it but are unable to do so due to a lack of something they desperately need. Be it strength, willpower, information, or perhaps a lost limb, whatever holds back those who could change the world, the Benefactor comes to them, and for a price, will give them the power they need to succeed. The Benefactor's price is unknown except between her and her follower, but no matter how her followers fair, they say that it was worth the cost to be able to reach out for their dreams.

Types of Followers: Beings who see their world and find that it inhibits innovation and exploration, who believe they can make a difference but lack the ability or strength to do so. Those with the Mark of the Benefactor are given what they lack in life, able to make great strides towards their goals by great margins, though their success is never guaranteed, just that they are given the tools to do so. Many of their lives end in tragedy, just about to reach their goals before they perish, and a great many are assassinated before their dreams come to fruition.

Such is the life of a being with a great dream.

Lesser Deity / Deity / Greater Deity

Their alignment: Lawful good etc. Chaotic Neutral

Their Domains: Law, Chaos, Magic, etc. Ambiguity, Chaos, The Unknown, The Mob/The Legion

Lore: Even in the creation of gods there are those who are forgotten, and eventually forget themselves, their tales unsung and their merits forgotten, they become nothing more than a face in the darkness, finding no solace in solely existing, they lose themselves to their new form: The Outsider. 

The Outsider is the ambiguous figure that stands for all of those who cannot remember anything or themselves, all of the forgotten and who choose to forget, for the lost and who do not wish to be found. His creation was humble, those who were forgotten forgot themselves, unable to obtain any meaning in their lives then fell into the void between good and evil, between reality and dream, and eventually, between existence and not.

This being no longer considers itself alive nor dead, but merely does as it pleases for its own purposes, as unknown or odd as they may be. It takes on different faces, weather it be of those who lost themselves or of persons they remember or wish to become matters no longer, as each form is a new being unto itself, and yet just a face amongst the crowd: Indistinguishable, but powerful amongst the crowd.

Types of Followers: The followers of the Outsider are the lost whom don’t wish to be found, their existence hollow and unfulfilling or meaningless to its core. Each of these beings gains the mark of The Outsider, able to be seen yet unseen, to walk among men and never recognized, their existence given purpose in some way by the mark, they follow a path that sets them down a course they may not return from, many disappearing on their unknown treks, only the Outsider knowing what becomes of their silent creed.

Other followers appear and have a grand purpose, the Outsider seeming to have a liking for interfering in mortal affairs, gives his mark to those he sees as ‘entertaining’, often resulting in a grand series of events that affects the land, if not the world.

Lesser Deity / Deity / Greater Deity

Their alignment: Lawful good etc. Chaotic Evil

Their Domains: Law, Chaos, Magic, etc. Necromancy, Chaos, Death

Lore: Death is supposed to be permanent, the Heralds made it so that there was an absolute separation between the living and the dead into their own separate realms of existence. In the beginning of the universe only gods could mettle in the affairs of death, all other beings could only fathom their existence before their demise. But despite this, a singular human had brought it upon himself to taint the god’s domain with his hands: Nagash the Immortal, the God-King of the undead and the first Necromancer brought death to his beck and call.

Styx was once a normal mage, her upbringing and ascension into the dark arts humble by the profession’s standards. As she continued to grow in power, her skill over the dead themselves did not expand, but the power over the souls occupying the bodies. She began to understand the anatomy of the soul, understanding them, finding new ways to corrupt, twist, and ultimately bend them to her will, warping their occupants minds and their bodies into macabre husks of their former selves. This caught Nagash the Immortal’s eye, his body long destroyed but his influence felt over the cosmos. He picked Styx for her abilities and gave her the tools to prosper until she was able to stand as a pinnacle of dark power in her own right, able to sway countless mortal, souls, and even able to manipulate and twist celestial bodies to her whim. 

Sadly for our Soulcaster this cut her life short, an force of Paladins stormed her Keep of the Damned, annihilating her brood and lifes work, slaying the Necromancer, her form yet turned lich as her work was too exciting to seek the dark path of lichdom. Nagash the Immortal took her soul and groomed it a new form, its darkness already a pitch sun amongst mortals, she evolved into a dark god of torture, madness and corruption. Nagash then bound her soul to his own, asserting his power and forcing her to become his servant and personal Soulcaster for all eternity, his right hand for when he returns to the world of the living and conquers it once again.

Types of Followers: Necromancers who have found the way of Nagash often stray from his teachings as his pupil did, finding the arts of the dead less engrossing than the manipulation of the soul. They take the mark of Styx, evolving their interests of the flesh, engrossing themselves in the art of the soul, molding it with corruption and madness, they themselves losing their minds to their own art, but gaining unholy powers as a result.

Enemies: The Knights of Sigmar are their sworn and vigilant enemies, crushing Nagash and Styx at every turn as they try and gain a foothold in the mortal world. They have gained uncountable amounts of hatred garnered towards them for their sheer existence, and hold few allies in the mortal and celestial world.

Lesser Deity / Deity / Greater Deity

Their alignment: Lawful good etc: Neutral Evil

Their Domains: Law, Chaos, Magic, etc. Freedom. Arcane, Will, Power.

Lore: In the days prior to the creation there was the Maelstrom, the vortex of infinite power and probability, the center of all being and where the end of all being shall lay to rest, within its unfathomable surge the creation of the first gods, the first beings to exist in this new universe, known as the Heralds of the Dawn. Xerath spawned directly from one of the Heralds, his form created by the Firstborn by shedding his desires for power, greed, and envy to show penance to their kin. The strong emotions shed by the Firstborn amalgamated into a new being known as Xerath, a being of pure emotion and energy, whom awoke with only one desire: To stand above all others with absolute authority and recognition.

Xerath’s hunger for power is never sated, no matter how much energy he stores within himself he feels hollow and wanting, no matter how many details of the universe he discovers or obtains, his mind still yearns for more, each new victory turning to ash in his mouth as he only moves unto the next, a living black-hole of energy and knowledge. The deity never outright challenging his brothers and sisters, but betraying them, stealing from them, or taking advantage of their generosity at every turn, without fail, especially if he believes that they are stronger or more powerful than he is.

Types of Followers: The mark of Xerath shows the absolute and unyielding craving of power and intellect, granted an indomitable will and a knack for the arcane, along with a sense of ‘freedom’ that allows them to ignore the everyday worries of life and work in the sake of their own goals. Though the mark gives great power and the ability to achieve feats of untold wonderment, each being who takes the mark soon becomes single mindedly rabid about the expansion of their power and intellect, finding the world unfulfilling as they learn more and more, until their wills break under the weight of their own madness. This causes a deterioration of the body, as they form power-mad archons themselves, unable to think about anything other than expanding their power and extending their life, they wander the world consuming magiks and lifeforces until they are destroyed, burn out, or become large enough that Xerath himself consumes them for their energy..

Enemies: Xerath’s ‘brothers’ Azir and Nasus, both the incarnate of the same Herald’s being as he was torn from, but these took on the nature of power through leadership and solidarity of the whole. The Deity has made a slew of enemies, but these are the greatest and most direct.