Aion, the Storm that Speaks

"When a killing is committed according to the Courtesy, only two creatures know what occurred: one is the murdered; the other... Well. Suffice to say the other remembers. Remembers but does not reveal."   Time flows past all, grinding and tumbling until Nothing remains. Aion the Timekeeper, deity of Hours, sought to impose His will upon this natural law of the Universe and bend it to His design. So He toiled, withdrawn from celestial machinations in a eternity of His own devising. When He emerged a Golden Hour was imposed, over the exigent protests of the other gods, and time was held in stasis: Nothing was created, and nothing ended. And so He was slain, in accordance with the Courtesy, and the Hour annihilated.   At the threshold of His creation, poisoned words corroding His being, Aion reached through the ages and stole the moment of His daughter's birth. This act of erasure, though reprehensible, was enough to save Him. Aion still exists, in a fashion, now known as the Storm that Speaks. Sometimes a mere whisper, other times a roaring gale, He seeks to compel any He encounters to act against His murderer. His adherents are recognizable by their deep tattoos of a storm with many mouths, unnatural lifespans and chaotic (at best) behavior.