[center][h2]Bohtrut[/h2][b]The Labourer, The Servant, and The Slave[/b][sup][/sup][/center]

[u][b]Domain[/b][/u]
[hider=Toil]It is widely held to be true that if there is no action, then there is no change.  That even as the universe and all things within it move through their natural cycles the nature of those cycles remains static without interference.  When the unceasing hum of fallow reality is interrupted, when that interference manifests, there is always resistance.  To change the course of things takes effort, but to depart from the path and cut another where none had existed requires one to toil relentlessly.

Unique to the divine and their chosen peoples is that capacity.  To push aside the preordained order and replace it with one of your own making forged from the sweat of your brow and the strength of your being.  For those beings blessed, or cursed, with insight and will there is often no other choice.  If a better fate can be bought through effort, if a path leading to misery or death can be bent to joy and prosperity or even nudged closer, who would honestly refuse the call of toil? 

Bohtrut is the manifestation of each god’s will to create and every mortal’s struggle to shape their own sliver of reality.  The god of Laborers offers power to those that struggle against cycles as vast as the world and strength to the hands of those dedicating their being to the creation of their personality destiny.  The god of Servants assists in interpreting the vagaries of distant commands from insipid hedonists and bringing into being works greater than their petty imaginings could have conjured.  The god of Slaves puts meaning into each swing of the scythe, whether it cuts wheat or flesh.  Every labor, every work, every effort taken to move the world even a hair is the god of Toil’s purview. 

When people grow weary of idle hands Bohtrut is there to drive them forwards and keep them moving.  Mortal adherents of the Toil god are offered what is needed to become someone who can overcome the obstacles they have set themselves against, but whether those obstacles are a harvest to be reaped so to ward off famine or a kingdom to be built to stave off the ravages of nature it is never Bohtrut that determines their path.  Whether it leads to success or failure, victory or defeat, accomplishment or catastrophe.[/hider]

[hider=Appearance]Bohtrut’s appearance is ever shifting, but is most often reflective of whoever he’s engaged with at any particular moment.  He, and Bohtrut most often but not always presents as a man, usually appears heavyset and muscular with dirt or grime staining his features as if he’d just come back from some worksite.  The specifics always change as Bohtrut’s body shifts even in a given form with the god claiming that he is ‘working on it’ whenever his variable appearance is mentioned.[/hider]

[u][b]Description[/b][/u]
[hider=Bohtrut]Blithe, affable, and ponderous in action it’s no surprise that many who meet him feel that Bohtrut lives in contradiction to his domain.  Of course, few who know him for any real length of time believe this.  Bohtrut is always at work influencing the world, empowering so-called worthy mortals, viciously ‘coaching’ the indolent and the content, and walking the world as a mortal meeting the multitude of peoples he shamelessly claims as his own.  He moves slowly but relentlessly, carving away at the mountains in his path both literal and metaphorical heedless of the enormity of any given task and ever unsatisfied when finished with it.  In this way he is humble, never lingering to take credit and always finding something else to chip away at.  Unfortunately the standard Bohtrut sets is one he expects to be followed. 

He is sometimes regarded as callous on account for his disregard and open contempt for dilettantes, the lazy, content, and hedonistic.  Yet, by his very nature is polite to, and often excessively generous towards his ‘righteous’ who unfailingly toil each and every day towards whatever goal they’ve set.  Even and especially if that goal is merely putting enough food on the table to avoid starvation.

Bohtrut often picks favorites, but under his gaze a person or a people must never rest overlong.  Beers in the tavern, a feast after a harvest, all who toil are welcome to the rewards of their work but should be ever-warned that their patron is watching to see who works through being hung over and over-full the next morning, and who stays abed.

To tread where the god of Toil has tread is to feel an impulse towards labor, the urge to build or grow, and for those who can walk with him Bohtrut is a friend on high whose strength is theirs so long as they make use of it.[/hider]