Narohtil (Nare-Oh-Till)
The calm village celebrated it's release from the barbarians. Though the men had been slaughtered, the women and children could start anew.
But then the hail fire rained down. Those outside were lucky. The ones indoors burned to death. The last thing the villagers saw of this life was that of cloaked men, clad in black, before their blades put them down.
Divine Domains
Evil, Negativity, Sorrow, Anger, Hatred
Holy Books & Codes
When Lithoran gave a guide to his people to guide them towards a holy righteousness, Narohtil set about to make a book that would be its antithesis. Mortal men know it as the "Bosit", a vile book that tells of methods for torture, sin, self-pleasure, and all other insidious acts. Bound by the leather of human flesh, its pages are filled with foul incantations, and in absence of ink, everything is wrote in the blood of children.
Most civilized societies criminalize the ownership of a Bosit, prosecuting worshippers of Narohtil where it's found because of the volatile nature of the holy book alone.
Most civilized societies criminalize the ownership of a Bosit, prosecuting worshippers of Narohtil where it's found because of the volatile nature of the holy book alone.
Divine Symbols & Sigils
A strip of human leather with smear of innocent blood stained onto it.
Tenets of Faith
There are no tenets of faith that one must necessarily follow under Narohtil, but there are certain actions that do please him which men consider holy. They are as follows:
1. Indulge oneself. Life should be lived to its fullest. Prosecute, be vile, take what you want. There is nothing in the world that one cannot take.
2. Slay the innocent. Those who do not indulge in the truest pleasure should be slain for your own pleasure. The weak do not deserve a place among monsters.
3. Be of strength. To be weak is to be killable. The weak should be culled, even among ones own ranks. Do not be the lowest.
4. Mutilate, kill, abhor. The image of the gods is to be regarded with disgust unless it is in Narohtils. Mutilate oneself until you are as abhorrent as his own kid. Slice the skin, tear the flesh, slice the eyes. All things that are not contorted are disgusting.
1. Indulge oneself. Life should be lived to its fullest. Prosecute, be vile, take what you want. There is nothing in the world that one cannot take.
2. Slay the innocent. Those who do not indulge in the truest pleasure should be slain for your own pleasure. The weak do not deserve a place among monsters.
3. Be of strength. To be weak is to be killable. The weak should be culled, even among ones own ranks. Do not be the lowest.
4. Mutilate, kill, abhor. The image of the gods is to be regarded with disgust unless it is in Narohtils. Mutilate oneself until you are as abhorrent as his own kid. Slice the skin, tear the flesh, slice the eyes. All things that are not contorted are disgusting.
Divine Goals & Aspirations
Narohtils ultimate goal is to slay Doppelt all together, and claim the title of "God among Gods" for himself. His secondary goal is to kill Lithoran, and free himself of the trouble. Finally, Narohtil wishes to exterminate all that is good from the world, making himself stronger in the process.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Bore from a head of Doppelt, Malevolence, Narohtil is the antithetical half to Lithoran. Born with no more desire than to seed hatred, death, and violence.
Craving nothing but destruction, Narohtil did find love in between his hateful bouts with Lithoran. Having found beauty in the empty expanse of the void that Salgoroth brought about, the two shared a passion. This passion bore dire consequences, however. In their love, they brought about the creatures of the void. Horrible aberrations made in the image of their dread parents, they filled the emptiness of space, and soon challenged the existence of the gods, and their status.
As the ages past by, Narohtil's and Salgoroth's love dwindled, and faded into oblivion as Salgoroth perpetuates. But from their distance another danger arose. A monster of sorrow, and contempt came into existence. The gods banned together to push the parasite into the farthest corner of Salgoroth's domain. Once more, Narohtil brought about that which he existed for. Suffering.
With the birth of mortals, Narohtil set about to corrupt them, setting the weak to fight and kill all those who might want to do good under Lithoran. Giving boons or magic, and artifacts to those who were truly despicable, evil grew rampant throughout the early times of men. It wasn't until Lithoran came to the aid of men in flesh that Narohtils hoards were quelled, tipping the scales of fate in the balance of good once more.
Sinking into silence, the forces of Narohtil bid their time, waiting for an opportunity to bring chaos once more. Then Narohtil saw his champion in a race long extinct, the dragons. He saw hatred at its strongest in Xatrax, the bringer of end times. Pushing his mind to the brink of depravity, and giving the gift of immortality, Narohtil succeeded for a time. With Xatrax as his champion, the land of Brotar fell to chaos, hate, and death. Mortals were only left alive to act as livestock, and Narohtil was pleased.
But then heroes came about, freed from the clutches of limbo to slay the champion of Narohtil. He cursed their names, The Faded Crusaders. They came, with their might, and slayed Xatrax, and released the lands once again from the dreadlords clutches, forcing him to sink into darkness once more. But he waits...waits for another chance to tip the scales again.
Craving nothing but destruction, Narohtil did find love in between his hateful bouts with Lithoran. Having found beauty in the empty expanse of the void that Salgoroth brought about, the two shared a passion. This passion bore dire consequences, however. In their love, they brought about the creatures of the void. Horrible aberrations made in the image of their dread parents, they filled the emptiness of space, and soon challenged the existence of the gods, and their status.
As the ages past by, Narohtil's and Salgoroth's love dwindled, and faded into oblivion as Salgoroth perpetuates. But from their distance another danger arose. A monster of sorrow, and contempt came into existence. The gods banned together to push the parasite into the farthest corner of Salgoroth's domain. Once more, Narohtil brought about that which he existed for. Suffering.
With the birth of mortals, Narohtil set about to corrupt them, setting the weak to fight and kill all those who might want to do good under Lithoran. Giving boons or magic, and artifacts to those who were truly despicable, evil grew rampant throughout the early times of men. It wasn't until Lithoran came to the aid of men in flesh that Narohtils hoards were quelled, tipping the scales of fate in the balance of good once more.
Sinking into silence, the forces of Narohtil bid their time, waiting for an opportunity to bring chaos once more. Then Narohtil saw his champion in a race long extinct, the dragons. He saw hatred at its strongest in Xatrax, the bringer of end times. Pushing his mind to the brink of depravity, and giving the gift of immortality, Narohtil succeeded for a time. With Xatrax as his champion, the land of Brotar fell to chaos, hate, and death. Mortals were only left alive to act as livestock, and Narohtil was pleased.
But then heroes came about, freed from the clutches of limbo to slay the champion of Narohtil. He cursed their names, The Faded Crusaders. They came, with their might, and slayed Xatrax, and released the lands once again from the dreadlords clutches, forcing him to sink into darkness once more. But he waits...waits for another chance to tip the scales again.
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