dailyadventureprompts:Deity: Miaephon, The Spear God..And I praise you for the miracle of violence

dailyadventureprompts:Deity: Miaephon, The Spear God ..And I praise you for the miracle of violence/  that by my hand fate may be changed and order overturned/ And I praise you for the gift of mortality/  that anything stuck might die so long as the strike is true/ And I praise you for the benediction of wounds/ that we may drink of our hated enemy’s blood before we end/ .. - Hymm to Miaephon, ninth canticle Setup: They say you can’t teach an old god new tricks, but for the bloodsplattered patron of violence, “ Stab it till it dies” has been the only trick needed to carry this warlike deity from the dawn age and into the modern era.  The Spear god has no ideology, no ethos, no precepts, only a litany of those slain by his intercession and the tributes paid to him my grateful petitioners. In this way Miaephon’s worship is far simpler than other deities: Ask the Bloody One to make something dead, and if the god hears you a way to that death shall be opened. Sometimes it manifests as a confluence of events that brings about the target’s downfall, othertimes a blessed fervor that fills petitioner with an immortal battlerage, heedless of wounds until their foe is defeated. The simplest of these blessings sees a needed weapon placed in the hands of the unarmed, while the greatest involves Miaephon hurling a spear from heaven, impaling the target before the prayer is even over.  All these blessings can be turned against the petitioner should Miaephon find fault with them, and so only those surest in their devotion and fury call upon the Spear god by name.  Adventure Hooks:  Weapons thrown from the bloody one’s own hand are said to possess fantastical properties, and are sought out as artifacts of war by those who wish to utilize the god’s power without risking his ire. Long thought to be nothing more than a ruin, an ancient and monolithic spire is revealed to be one of Miaephon’s first spears, thrown during the dawn age to skewer some titanic creature too large for words and buried into the earth ever since. Excavation shows that the spear is in fact sunk so deep that its gouged a fissure deep into the earth, possibly all the way to the underdark  and so an expedition is launched into the world below in an attempt to recover the weapon’s deadly head.  After she was beheaded for treason, the family of duchess Imeadia were exiled to an estate by the sea, there to live out their days in polite exile under guard by mercy of the crown. The Youngest of Imeadia’s sons has escaped however, a boy of no more than 14 who slaughtered seven guards and half as many servants on the way out and was last seen in the company of man bearing a truly frightening tally of scars.  This man is the former lord Volco, a priest of Miaephon who came into the wargod’s service after a brutal bloodfued saw his clan exterminated. Volco possesses a knife blessed by the bloody one to grant the bearer unearthly skill in battle, able to blind foes to his passage and fling his own wounds at victims across a room or across provinces. Volco now seeks to train the young Imeadia boy in the weapon’s use as he was trained long ago, a new link in a chain of pain and vengeance that stretches back generations.  While his cult has fallen out of fashion in the modern era, Miaephon was once revered by those ancient empires that sought to expand their holdings through the veneration of the spear, pouncing upon their neighbors and pressing the survivors into thralldom. One of these empires was the Warrior Republic of Knossa, which had expanded from one of many warring citystates to a cultural hegemony poised to strike out and conquer much of the continent. On the eve of their great campaign however, a curse befell them, transforming their disciplined legions into hordes of minotaurs, which tore apart the empire in a single night and transformed the Knossan homeland into what it is today: The Savage Coast. Now Little more than Ruins, beasts, and encroaching wilderness, Miaephon sends his followers into the savage coast as a form of brutal pilgrimage, hoping to retrieve relics from the overgrown temples that once resounded with his praises.  Keep reading -- source link

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