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[color=black][b][i]Audere est Facere[/i][/b]

[b]Ianos the Mad
God of Insanity, Madness, Suicide, Depression, Irony, Chaos and Sacrifice
Heavily intertwined with Gods and Godesses of Death, Order, Justice and Luck
Minor powers in luck, death and the mental psyche

Worshipped by Madmen, Lunatics, the Insane, Inventors and Scientists.[/b][/color][/center][hr]

[center]Ianos the Mad, Ianos the Insane, Ianos the Crafty.[/center]

These are the titles ascribed to him by his followers, the madmen, the insane, the people who dare to think of the impossible and think it into a reality - perhaps not for everyone, but themselves, yes. 

Ianos typically appears as a human, with one eye missing - for good reason - though it is known that his shape twists and morphs at any given time, creating visages that only the most insane can fathom and understand. To all others it would merely appear as some cruel nightmare of a man whose face changes and bulges. His appearance can suddenly shift, but for some reason when he enters the shape of a mortal to allow the mortals to relate to him, he always picks a human with one eye. "They are my favored species, after all," Ianos said about this to the other gods. "They are so delightfully self-destructive and full of potential for pure unadulterated chaos."

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Ianos primary domain is in insanity and madness, though as with most other gods, this spills over into the domain of other gods' quite easily. He causes insanity, chaos and bad luck where ever he goes, being one of the few Gods that still maintain a semblance of presence permanently on the world of the mortals. Whenever Ianos arrives, people die, chaos ensues, and it all seems to be merely a practical joke to him. The death of a mortal is weightless to him, except for the comedic value it gives him. 

So, he will use his minor powers in death, control over the psyche of man and other races, and his ability to cause bad luck to spread these things. Whenever you hear about a death that seems so strange and outlandish that it cannot be true - you can bet it was Ianos' doing. 

So why do inventors and scientists worship him as well? Well... every invention needs a penchant of insanity and madness to function... doesn't it? Mad inventors work the fastest, after all.

As a result of this, Ianos' skills are essentially to be a jack of all trades, master of none. He lacks the control over death to purge large amounts of people, he lacks the control over luck to inflict painful amounts of bad luck onto entire villages. But to torment one or two people? That is something well within the scope of his power.

He is a good that is unpredictable - one of the reasons why the other gods' shirk him until they have need of him. You can never expect him to do one thing or the other, for he is aware of his own nature, and explicitly does the opposite of what he intends to do at times, in order to further spread chaos. After all, you cannot be a god of Chaos if you are predictable.

Being a god that is a jack of all trades, you can expect him to do all things other gods can do on a smaller scale, bar the more specific ones. Only when he wishes to spread [i]true[/i] chaos will he be able to channel larger amounts of powers to truly spread madness and insanity.

[b]That it may rain frogs and that the raindrops may quack as they hop around the pond.[/b]

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[color=black][b]The Calling Down of Arabos, the Moon[/b][/color][/center][hr]

Most gods are entirely unaware of when Ianos came into existence, his entire being shrouded in an enigma that even he himself does not truly understand. Perhaps he was a mortal one day, uplifted by another god into godhood, representing that element of chaos and insanity within the societies on the mortal plane. He does not know - but insanity is in his nature.

During his initial days on the earth that mortals roam, he spent his time wandering the lands, spreading death, chaos, insanity... all things that he considered to be highly entertaining. It started lightly, making a peasant step into cow dung, or making a woman who was washing her clothes in the stream tumble into it. But as with all things, he quickly grew bored of it and sought a new past time. The ways he entertained himself in grew more vicious and severe, and he quickly began creating explicit schemes and long-term plots in which people would die, to bring him entertainment. 

He also created happiness, granting people a boon - a sudden gift of a thousand gold coins - only for it to be taken away again in a twist of fate, Ianos' doing as he simply played the harp of life. But even that grew boring. There are only so many ways you can let people die, or torture them, before you grow bored of that too. 

In a plan of great insanity, he decided to bring down one of the moons that orbited the planet. Using his godly powers he called down the moon, as it entered the atmosphere and came crashing down to the planet. This moon, Arabos, had for centuries been a centerpiece in the worship of Iustitia.

As the moon came closer to the earth, assuring the planet of it's utter destruction, it was then that Iustitia herself appeared and, with her spear, shattered the moon into a thousand pieces. Although the resulting blast and the hail of moon rock caused some deaths all the same, the planet and its' inhabitants had been saved by Iustitia, who crushed Ianos' plan. Or did she? In the end, Ianos' goal had been achieved - chaos had been created, through an insane act that shook the gods up.

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[color=black][b]The Day of Burning[/b][/color][/center][hr]

Eons later, when the great war finally broke out, Ianos was not involved directly, only pulling insane pranks in the middle of the war. He didn't target either side of the war exclusively, instead focusing his powers on creating as much chaos as he could. It was at this time that Ianos was naturally at his strongest, the chaos of the war being enough to fuel him and disrupt the natural order of the world. 

It was at that time that the gods Fortuna and Iustitia fought, and Fortuna had given up her control over the weather for this fight. She temporarily granted this power over to Ianos, for safekeeping, but underestimated the mad gods ability to cause chaos. As she was defeated, her power waned, and she was unable to take back the power over the weather from the mad god at that time. 

Following that the skies were lit aflame, as the mad god caused it to rain fire, lighting forest and homestead aflame. It rained fire for one day and one night, and the aftermath of that event could be felt all over the world. When Ianos finally lost control over the weather when Fortuna seized back control, the damage had been done, and when the fire stopped the ashes fell from the sky, before making way for rain in an attempt to wash away the ashes and the fire.

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[b][color=black]Ianos' Eye[/color][/b][/center][hr]

Before the gods individually returned to the plane of gods, where they ruled, and retreated from the earth, Ianos' craftfully took out one of his eyes and implanted it into a crow, putting it under his control as a servant of Insanity. This crow, called Corvus, is one of the few remaining 'presences' of the gods that is permanent in the world. 

With a godly eye in it's body, the crow seems to possess some powers of the god, and is overall seen as a bad omen as he can spread bad luck, cause death and make people go insane. With Ianos retreating to his domain, one eye lighter, he uses the crow to spy for him, to see what is going on and cause more chaos still. [/hider]

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[color=black][b][i]Ab Ordine Libertas[/i]

Morsay of Death and Undeath.
God of Death, Undeath, Plague, Disease
Heavily intertwined with Gods and Goddesses of Justice, Life, Health[/b][/color][/center]

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[color=black]Terribly Torn, the Face of Death and Un-death

[b]It is told that Morsay is not human, nor elf, nor goblin, nor beast or creature, yet he is all at the same time. It appears that those who have seen Morsay, [i]the rare few who have seen Morsay[/i], claim that he was a god of their race. It is indeed true - a fact of simplicity for Morsay. He makes the conscious effort to appear to mortals as their own race, and as such a goblin who sees Morsay would see him as a goblin, and similarly, a human would see him as a human.[/b][/color][/center]
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Morsay commands control over the fate of the dead and un-dead. It is he, Morsay, who controls the tidings of the infinite souls that roam his territory - and it is he who decides whom may live again under his control as a peon. Thorough he is, when he spits the ashes of his dusty dominion for the bones of the fallen, but mistake him not - when he brings un-death to the bones of the ill-fortuned and deceased, it is not the creation of life - that honour goes to which ever god has the power of life - it is merely the animation of a faltering, sickly body with the willing or unwilling soul. 

Though, few his skills and powers may be, he is a God of grave importance. Without Morsay of Death and Undeath, there would be none to stem the flow of the deceased, and the mortal plane would fill itself with the wandering bodies of those who died and had no place to go to - a fate far worse than living under Morsay's control. With none to retrieve the souls, to harbour them in his infinite domain of ash and dust, where would they go, after all? Indeed, even a God with a skillset as small as Morsay can prove to be among the most important. Without him, the Mortal plane would be flooded with pestilence, death, and the undead would rule the world, spreading their filth.

Nary does the traveler know that Morsay also controls plague and disease - when a man falls dead of illness, it is Morsay's doing, as he had determined this man had needed to die. When plague swoops the land, it is Morsay's hand pushing the cloud of illness forwards, uprooting the weak and infirm from their homes to take their place in his domain. Fear not the plague, fear not the illness - fear Morsay, claiming his due souls for his realm.

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[color=black][b]The Master of Death and Un-death does not answer to mere mortals, try as they may. 
Silent are the bones to which they pray, though it stops them not.[/b][/color][/center]
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Morsay was among the first Gods, as when life was created, so was death - the two must exist in unison, so Morsay existed in unison with the God who created life. Morsay was not one to combine forces with the other Gods, and for the longest time he excluded himself from the others, living in his infinite domain, burrowing the ashes for the remains and souls of those who had perished. Although the people live in harmony, there were still those who died, and found themselves trapped in the ashes, their souls wandering his lands, as they stretched far and wide.

Although the other gods still wandered the Earth at this time, Morsay was not among them, choosing not to spend his time on Earth but in his own domain. As time inched onwards, his reasons became clear - and the more time passed, the more dead would arrive at his domain. It was at that time that he made the first Undead - a saint of sorts among followers of Morsay, named 'Mortam Cristophar,' who returned to the earth in his undead form to become a champion of Morsay. Mortam Cristophar was under Morsay's control and did his bidding in exchange for power and guidance, and so, when the war between the Forsaken and the other Gods began, it was not Morsay that fought, it was Mortam Cristophar who joined the legions of combatants.

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[color=black][b]Mortam Cristophar, the Saint of Morsay, champion of the Undead and combatant in the Legions fighting against the Forsaken[/b][/color][/center]

[b]But,[/b] Morsay is no fool. He knew that the conflict would cause more and more deaths to occur, which would increase his power, filling his domain with more bones, skulls, and above all, more souls. Pondering for years on end, while the conflict raged on, he finally concluded and created a grand structure of bone and hide, and combined the souls of a hundred foul beasts - orc, ogre, troll, beast alike - and forced them into this grotesque being, the likes of which had not been seen before. 

He said to this creation, "go, go to the mortal plane, and fight for the Forsaken - listen to his command, but remain my beast, so I say it, so it will be," and so the beast did, and returned to the mortal plane with help of Morsay, and he fought for the Forsaken and killed many enemies, so that the number of souls in Morsay's realm grew larger and larger. 

When the Gods asked him why he had supported the Forsaken, Morsay had not answered them, merely secluding himself in his realm. Though it angered the Gods greatly, they also acknowledged the presence of his champion and Mortam, Cristophar, and they could say little of Morsay's actions, only chastise him for his support of both sides. 

When the creations Morsay had created finally met, the hideous creature and Mortam Cristophar, they exchanged blows, but neither of the two perished, and they were equally matche - a testament to the skill Cristophar had possessed on his own, for his maker had created both him and his enemy, and not even the souls of ten impure creatures could kill him. It was during that time that the great breakthrough in the war occurred, and so the creature returned to the Forsaken to aid him, but it was then that Morsay finally appeared before the creature, finally showing himself to the other gods, as well as the Forsaken, and the hordes of people that fought on either side. 

In the confusion of battle, it would be hard to make out, but Morsay did grab the beast by the head, and swung it left to right to bring it back under his control. When the beast had remembered his origins, it was then that it realized who Morsay was, and so he followed his command. "I, Morsay, command you, turn against the legions of the Forsaken and aid your master, which is now Mortam Cristophar," an so the beast did. Alongside Mortam Cristophar, the hideous beast and it's new master joined the battle once again, and found themselves fighting the followers of the Forsaken, providing a boon in this battle.

They had both served their purpose, and Morsay relinquished them from their duties, granting them eternal life and power in his domain. 

In the following eons, Morsay would be seen little, and heard from even less. His devout followers continue to worship him, his presence indubitably there. But his champions became less frequent as well, and there were only ever one or two people marked by him at any given time - more commonly, beings that were still alive would be marked with undeath by him, causing them to rot and lose parts of their skin, showing their bones and marking them as his champion and servant. 

The amount of choice he has in his own realm for champions has spoiled him, however, and he would not be satisfied with just [i]any[/i] champion, only the best, since there are countless legendary warriors to choose from among his souls in his realm.[/hider]