Sommler, God of Mystery
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[h1][color=green]Somler[/color][/h1]
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[b]Domain:[/b] the Unknown
Somler is the god of all things not known. He is the chaos of mystery, the fear of enigma, the potential of an empty canvas. He embodies the mortal lack of understanding regarding the world. He draws power from the unformed places, from unknown rules, from the mystery of the world. The unanswered questions. In this way, he is the absolute enemy of knowledge and understanding.

[b]Realm:[/b] The lost lands
Vast swathes of forest, shadowy underground realms and even twisted urban centers. The Lost Lands are everywhere and nowhere. Space has little meaning in this place, which is always covered in mist and shimmering halflight. Those who are lost, those who wander without purpose, or those who seek to explore the hidden corners of their world. All of these have a chance of finding the many secret paths into the Lost Lands, which lie like a maze between the realms of other gods. In all the places nobody's looked yet.

[b]Biography:[/b]
A force for neither good nor evil, Somler was born from the confusion of the first gods. Their great power, and their failure to comprehend the nature of their own existence. From the first mystery did he crawl forth, hiding in the shadows of the brilliance of his brethren. Somler eternally questions the nature and purpose of his existence, and perhaps he is doomed to ignorance. He fears mankind and his brethren, knowing that piece by piece they slay him with their growing knowledge. And yet he is also strangely envious of them. Somler is a confused god, seeking to find his place in the world.

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"Put that on my Tabula"
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Oao - "Few of my possessions are so sad as the hopes of the dark one, lost in the mists. She is as lost as I am. I sympathise with her plight. Would the world be better, perhaps, clothed in endless shadow?"
Anu'Varr - "What meaning can be found in pointless cruelty? How dark the things are that she discards, buried in the deepest pits of my domain. I dare not sneak into her dreams. Not for fear that I fail, but for fear that I succeed."
Ferron - "Multifold forms flow forth from his forge. Hammer in hand, he forges a song out of fire and steel. If only he were not bound by the names of his tools and the shapes of his materials. But I may admire his work from afar. Ever from afar."
Iva'Krorh - "So obsessed is he with the names of things. So beautiful are his words, yet so twisted. He hoards knowledge without meaning, wisdom without understanding. A light like the sun, it's presence burns. Is it truly their desire, to create a world where all is formed and all is known?"
Hayim - "His thoughts he speaks, his dreams he makes real. Perhaps among all the gods, Hayim is closest to me as kin. For he knows meaning without names."
Dirka - "Is she a dark reflection of my own? Or my replacement? A force outside of names, given name. The formless, given form. Is she what I am to become, should all be named? Is it the contradiction that drove her mad?"
Iarus - "Those who lie are ever so slaved to the truth. As shadow exists in opposition to light, so does Iarus exist in opposition to truth. And yet, is defined by it. His lies are but a mask over the hard fact of his existence. How long can he pretend?"
Azhriel - "Few of his domain have reached mine, wandering until they lost even themselves. His realm is but one of a million hidden in the minds of his followers. A splinter of a larger whole, embodied within himself. A single note in a mourning song."
Sveiand - "Beautiful, are the first falls of snow. And yet they leave everything frozen, and silent. If silence had a face, would it be beautiful as well?"
Naswaru - "The beating of hearts, the cries of beasts, and rushing of wind. So many forms, so many dreams, so many possibilities. A song of hunting, and of dying, and of birthing. One close to my heart. Perhaps he too can understand the true beauty of a reality unchained from names."
Dao Rugadh - "As ice, he locks things into place. As surely as an archive he makes meaningless the beautiful. He devours dreams without understanding them. Perhaps it would be better if some of my kin did not exist..."
Ragnageddon - "Mad, explosive, beautiful. Mindless, thorough, devoted. Few can admire the beauty of destruction, but all must see the faces in the flame. A hundred plays, played out in the final cries of a hundred mortal minds. But I will admire you. Evermore."
Ral - "So beautiful are his works, so exquisite his craftsmanship. And yet he names his works, forges them into crystal-hardened form and leaves them upon the world. Seeds of a mindless and meaningless order. As with Ferron, I but wish that he knew the chains that bound him. If only he knew, surely he could escape them."
Drakairos - "So many thoughts, so many dreams. When I speak to him in the words of the stars he speaks in the waves of the ocean and the turning of tides. May I share a song with you, dear dragon?"
Gammaton - "The death of meaning, the death of imagination. Mindless in it's pursuit of order, of balance, as if such things were naught but flashes and images, falling from the sky. When his work is done, will there be any purpose left? Or will he have killed the last drop of meaning, slain it with swords of logic and order?"
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