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[h1]Ariander[/h1]
[i]God of hunters and travelers[/i]

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[b]God Concept: [/b]

Ariander is the guardian of all those who look to the fruit of lands untilled and lands uncharted to thrive — while this usually includes game hunters as shown by his characteristic use of bow and arrow, his domain also embraces that of fishermen, military scouts, and traveling merchants. Above all, a prayer to Ariander ensures a steady hand, a clear day, and a predictable target on the other side of your weapon. Ariander is also venerated by those seeking safe passage through winding forests, dark valleys, or choppy oceans - when clarity of thought and sight are needed to survive.

[b]Appearance:[/b]

Of the few mortals who have seen Ariander in the flesh, fewer still have actually recognized the nondescript hunter in front of them as the god himself. When hunting in the wilderness, Ariander takes the form of a young man armed with a long black bow and garbed in simple earthy tones, intently stalking his next kill. However, it is rumored that from time to time, when this hunter is illuminated by the golden rays of sunrise or sunset, his simple rags are momentarily transfigured into brilliant flowing robes of azure and bright orange. 
 
[b]Motivation:[/b] 

Ariander is most revered among those who live life on the periphery–hermits, outcasts, and stragglers from society. In times of want, it is not uncommon for rural revolts to gather around minor cults of Ariander among the peasantry. But Ariander has no particular need for grand temples or elaborate prostrations—he prefers to test the piety of mankind by appearing at the doorsteps of various mortals disguised as a poor and shivering trapper, asking only for a hot meal and a place to stay the night. Their response to such a request usually precedes unexplained good fortune or terrible yet righteous curses befalling the chosen household. Just as Ariander loves hunting the largest of game, he also feels a calling to uplift the small and to bring the mighty low.

[b]Roleplay Example:[/b]

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"Please, milord. Just a hot meal and a place to lay my head. Then I will trouble you no further."

The tramp outside the proud lord's gate was unusually young, but starvation had sucked all the life out of his bones. His only defense against the snow falling all around him was a tattered, dirty green cloak, wrapped all around his body as best as he could.

"There is no more food here!" the fat majordomo of the household hissed from the doorway. "The master and mistress are away." He made a shooing motion with his porcine fingers, each adorned with jeweled rings. 

But one of the ladies-in-waiting, who was kneeling far to the side of the scene, could not resist looking up to observe the beggar. She felt that something was off about this gaunt young man—despite his malnourished appearance, she could tell that beneath his cloak, his gaze was flitting about perceptively from side to side, taking in the vastness of the landed estate in contrast to the wilting, freezing fields for miles around.

"Please, milord." The young man grimaced, revealing an incomplete set of yellowing teeth. "I'll die out here tonight, because of you." 

But then, for a brief moment, the lady-in-waiting met the gaze of the young man, and she suddenly felt as if every single embarrassing, shameful thought she had ever had since she was a child filled her brain all at once.

In that moment, she realized that this young man was not a beggar—and perhaps this was no mere man at all.
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[b]Availability: [/b] 1-2x a week

[b]Experience: [/b] Returning after 7 year long hiatus from forum RPing.

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[@Cyclone] I suspect your god and mine would make excellent foils for each other, haha.