[center][h1][color=1b1464]Reathos[/color][/h1][h3][color=0054a6]God of Death[/color][/h3][/center]
Behind the silvery mask the god of death slept. Keeping his aura, his very presence as small as possible. He had seen Slough in her fragile shape from a distance. Afraid that his very presence might inflict pain upon her, he kept himself in torpor. But when Fate invoked the Shattering Disunity, Reathos was forced awake. As he was pulled into Creation itself. As he passed the blinding white light he could only hope that Slough would survive. For without life there was no death. Before he very much realized what had happened, he floated above Galbar. A dead, barren planet. A blank canvas that would soon be filled. The gods made their planetfall. One after another swiftly descended onto the planet’s surface. Some shattering the rocks and breaking the laws of physics itself in the process. Others creating a pink mist around the mountains. But when he saw the green forest of Slough, he let out a sigh of relief. The only god that truly mattered in his eyes made it.

But soon his task would begin. And he had to be prepared to capture the souls of the dead. Obviously he alone couldn’t gather up all the souls. Not for long. Soon there would be life across the entire planet. And he couldn’t be everywhere at the same time. A solution had to be found. Pondering upon this, he descended down to the surface. With a serene grace he touched down upon the rocks and dust. As if he came down stairs. The smell already got nicer. Some god probably enhanced the atmosphere. But there was no time to enjoy the little things of creation. He had a task. Dutifully he wandered down into a cave. His lantern illuminating his passage in a purple glow. Still questioning how he could fulfill his tasks. Unknowingly going deeper and deeper into the bowls of Galbar. Eventually he found himself in one of the deepest, most hidden places of the planet. The place felt warmer than the surface due to his proximity to the core. The cave he stood in was rather massive. 

And it was there where he got an idea. Putting his lantern down, he walked up towards the center of the place and touched the stone ground. Rising from below the rocky surface a black obelisk rose towards the ceiling. Getting halfway there before it stopped growing. With his armored hand, Reathos touched the obelisk, imbuing it with power. Slowly the warmth surrounding the place got drained from the subterranean hall. Thus the first Wraith Stone was made. A magnet for damned souls. Those who died would come here, and remain in the large stone hall. Forever.

Though Reathos knew that people would find it. By accident, or because they searched for it. The cave had to be protected. In fact, all future Wraith Stones would have to be protected. Even against gods! No mortal creature could stand against the force of a god. So he had to make something, a presence of himself. He would have to leave a piece of himself in the cave. Once more he touched the ground around the obelisk. The metals of the ground began to gather, forming links and chains. The chains winded parts of themselves around the monolith. While the other half out stretched towards Reathos. Then, with his black, boney hand he grabbed through his chest at his very essence. Even for a god the process was pure agony. But it had to be done. A part of him had to remain there. With all his power he drew part of him out. The incorporeal essence, exposed to the real world would swiftly try to take shape. But not before the chains shot forward and locked around the essence. Once the Avatar was formed, the chains came out of his back, attaching him to the obelisk. And all future ones too. The creature looked humanoid, but without any defining features. Neither in gender nor in appearance. Dressed in an armor of bones and skulls. It was forever destined to stand vigil over the Wraith Stones.

[hider=Summary]
- Slept through most of the conflict
- Awoke during creation
- Descended onto Galbar
- Explored the caves
- Made the First Wraith Stone
(Holy Site, 4 Might used, 1 remaining)
- Made his first Avatar
(1 Might used, 0 remaining)

0 MP
1 FP
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