I'm on a nordic roll right now so here's some more on the gods I thought. Full disclaimer some of these guys are from a previous god RP I was in and those forms are the misrepresentations of them as created by a confused group of viking ice elves that were late to the game so if anyone wants to make more changes or add more stuff it's not going to step on my toes (In fact it would be deeply true to their origins). Here's the link to their origin for those interested: http://grandmythos.wikia.com/wiki/Stryfe

And here's some more stuff I made for those interested.

[u][b]Yorven, Ormen, Grom and the Beginning[/b][/u]
This is not the only story expalining the creation of the world in Azoth but it is a common one in the Crooked Isles.

In the beginning their were the gods who lived in their grand hold. Among them were spirits, demons and monsters who were so normal to the first gods. And there was man, who was weak, and small. Who was food and slave both to the things that made the grand hold their home.

King of these gods was Grom The Vast. He who was most powerful and strongest of all the gods! He was a tyrant and a warlord who loved to wage bloody war through the nothingness that was then creation. 

Grom had two sons who each could almost rival him in power. Their names were Yorvengaand and Ormengaand. One born of fire, one born of ice. One made of mother's life, one of father's death. Oh what princes they were! 

But Grom was a jealous and cruel god and he envied his sons, for he saw them as a threat. So when they became men among the gods and recieved the tools of their futures on their nameday, as all men do form their fathers, he played a cruel trick upon them. 

To Yorvengaand who was light and warmth and loved all of life he gave the sword. A cruel weapon that unlike the axe or bow had no purpose but death. And he pushed this gentle hearted boy into the rings of the warriors and laughed as he was bloodied by cruel hands and blades, weeping as he was forced to shed blood.

To Ormengaand he gave the scythe of the farmer. The tool of the harvest and those that make that which gives life. To Ormen who was the blizzard given life, who brought nothiong but death in his wake and looked on all with cold eyes. How Grom laughed as his deathly son looked on his fields as they froze and wasted to nothing. 

After suffering his cruelty for so long the young gods rebelled, leading an army of their own to overthrow their cruel father. In the end it came down to the three and with his fiery sword Yorven cleaved Grom's head from his shoulders, sending it spinning into creation. It was here that Ormen took his scythe to it and brought life in his own way. Grom's eyes overflowed and became the seas, his teeth the mountains, his hair the trees and his skin the soil. 

The gods gave this world to the tiny thing called man as a reward for supporting them in the war for the grand hold (heaven to the northmen) in the promise that they would pay hamage to the gods who helped free them and in return those that lived their life true would return to the grand hold and feast with the young gods as equals. The dark things that fought alongside Grom were struck down and scattered becoming the monsters and red things of the world now. 

[u][b]The chaining or Ormengaand[/b][/u]
For a time the gods walked the world and worked with men to make it grand, some say this was the time of the Old Ones. Yet it was not to last. For Ormengaand was a lord of death by nature despite his deeds and noble heart. Wherever he went ice followed and all met death before his endless cold. In time he threatened to end all of man's world. So came the sad time when the gods were forced to come together and imprison him.

With the help of Kaviken the trickster they lured him to the deep north and wrapped Ormengaand in chains made by the forge god. Yet even that was not enough! Ormengaand cursed them for cowards and traitors as he traded blows with his brother... until he saw the carnage he had wrought. With a heavy heart he submitted to the chains and asked of Yrven "If I am to be felled I beg it be by your hand, brother, for the love we share let my end come by a warm hand."

So with a cry of great anguish Yorven drove Ormen's grat scythe into his brother's heart. Yet that did not kill him, for a son of Grom is not so easily slain. Ormengaand yet lives, slumbering at the heart of his endless storm in the frozen north. Sleeping, waiting with one baleful eye open. 

It is said that should the Red Gods ever be victorious then Yorvengaand will be the last thing to fall tot hem in battle and his last breath falling will be what finally wakes Ormengaand from his sleep. With a rage only love can bring Ormen will break free from his chains and sweep the world clean of demons once they have done so of all else. Only then, once all else is dead will Ormen be free to walk the world, finally able to breathe easy knowing he cannot spread any more death. What he will do with that world is known only to him.

[u][b]Worship[/b][/u]
Oremngaand is not actively worshiped in most places (Though some view him as a god of winter and not just death in certain parts of the world). He is still respected as a god among the northmen though the name Ormen does appear in many of their curses. 

His most common symbol is that of a single red eye or a scythe.