#nerull

[solsoma]

General of Nerull has no name. For a name has power, and the True Name has devastating might.

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Deity: Nerull, The One Who Sorts The Bones

It's said they found the god in the old tombs, in that forgotten quiet where long eras had worn away all the epitaphs. They drew in a breath of the still air and on their exhalation the god took flight into the world on vulture's wings. -The Silent Testimonies, book 1

A god not of death, but of the dead, Nerull presides those aspects of the mortal coil that lay beyond the Raven Queen's domain of mourning and memory. Someone must keep vigil for the departed long after their names have passed from the memories of the living, and so that duty falls to Nerull, who's chosen people are the spirits that have lingered in the world far longer than they were ever alive.

Beyond the dead, the vulture’s faithful are an eclectic lot. Itinerant gravetenders, scholars of forgotten tongues, Bonesetters who's experience with embalming helps them minister to the living.  To Serve Nerull you must first die, though this is often symbolic.

Unlike his fellow carrion-bird death god, Nerull's following does not frown on the use of necromancy, or the existance of undead. Ghost stories, whether vengeful or sorrowful are considered holy for the way their memory transcends time. The exception to this reverence of course are those trapped in suffering, and the "hungry" dead who feed on the living. Pain and want are after all the purview of life, and Nerull dispatches hunters and psychopomps to ease such spirits along their way.

Adventure Hooks:

While out on their travels the party encounters a procession of grey pilgrims, masked and shrouded, all silent save for the leader of their procession who carries a staff jingling with bells and welcomes the party to sit by his fire. He tells tale of conflicts across the realm, new and old, shared with her by her flock, and invites the party to walk along with them the next day if they wish to see something splendid. Should the party agree to such unsettling company they will walk until sunset when they come to a hillside dotted with loose stones, where one by one the pigrims will walk out and begin constructing their own cairns. The procession leader will thank them for their observance, not many are so kind to the unnamed dead, and will reward them with answers to five questions before departing on pallid wings.

After inexplicably befriending one of Nerull's agents (and possibly his daughter?) during one of their adventures, the party are liable to be put out when they don't see their favourite psychopomp for a while. Queue sightings of a foreboding spectre that's knocking one by one on the doors of the city at night, sending people into a panic. Imagine their surprise when it turns out this wraith has a message for them... their favourite omen of doom has been kidnapped by a necromancer and her boss (dad?) wants them to get her back.

The Vulture's work is never done, and this time he's decided to enlist the heroes for aid. Perhaps there's an undead spirit that needs to be quieted, perhaps there's something sinister at work in a ruin once consecrated in his name, perhaps it's just making sure they clean up after themselves after their latest stint of tombrobbing. Regardless, Nerull can offer the heroes something far beyond coin... closure with the dead, ensuring visitation with a loved one for some much needed closure.

Titles: The Vulture, The Bonesorter, Dead Ned, the weary reaper, the vagabond end.

Signs: Plants too dry to rot, the voices of the departed carried on the wind, skeletons rearranged into trees or gardens.

Symbols: A scythe or sickle entwined with flowers.

[chaoschenoo]

Liarm Pantheons

There are two broad categories of pantheon for Liarm, the protector Pantheon. Which are the pantheons of Light, Darkness, Voice, and Rune, and the Invaders or the Pantheon of the Void. The former are deities native to the beings of Liarm, who answered the desperate calls of their worshipers during The Dysjunction. Giving their followers the strength to push back the tides coming out of the Voidscream and the Great Enemies leading them.

Meanwhile the most selfish, decadent, and desperate beings turned to worship of the greater powers of the Far Realm. Some jaded and looking to experience something truly alien, others hoping to appease one of the more active forces of the Void. In recent years their powers have begun to wax. Like something is about to happen.

Pantheon of Light

Pelor: Light of Life

Lathander: Sunrise/Gloaming

Heironeus: Midday/Noon

Sune: Sunset/Twilight

Pholtus: Moonlight

Celestian: Stars

Pantheon of Darkness

Nerull: Death Darkness

Rao: Peace of Darkness

Masque: Deeds done in Darkness

Istus: Fate tied to the stars and bones

The Raven Queen: Psychopomps

Auril: Cold, darkness of winter

Pantheon of Runes

Annam: God of Runes, runic and written magic

Obad-Hai: Nature in the masculine, runes in the form of markers in the wilderness, primal runes

Hiatea: Nature in the feminine, hedge witchery

Thrym: Snow, frost giants, despite their pantheons being opposing he and Auril are consorts. Surtr: Fire, fury, militarism, tyranny, runes in combat

Kord: Strength, sports, warriors.

Pantheon of Breath Asgorath: Unity, wholeness voice

Bahamut: Voice of Inspiration

Tiamat: Voice of Command

Hextor: Voice of Conquest

Garyx: Voice of Destruction

Sardior: Voice of Thought

Pantheon of the Void

Atropus: The World Born Dead, The Destined End, Mordiggian

Tsathoggua: The Toad, The Sleeper Dagon: The Scholar of Madness, He Who Knows

Ithaqua: The Windwalker, The Hungering Cold

Pale Night: Mother of Demons, The Ancient

Hastur: The Unspeakable, The King in Yellow

Abhoth: The Foulness, The Fecund

[newgreanii]

[madcat-world]

Nerull - Diana Franco

[xebenkeck]

and here it is. i said i’d post it, and i completely forgot about it. anywayyy, this is my dnd boy, an aasimar death cleric named Zed, and then his horrible patron Nerull.

this is technically an official collaboration between me and @pauchisbas since i did this all based on a composition sketch from her! (check her out shes rad)

[kingscrafty]

Meet my Dark God, Nerull! 

He's the God of Death and Dread

He adores cute things such as puppies, kittens, and kids - though the latter don’t often approach him, even if he does go to the Earthen plane

He would kill a man for shaved ice (metaphorically... Killing people is mean)

He is very well groomed and well-spoken, and fairly mild-tempered for a God; though he is likely to visibly start losing his cool at certain things, such as if you arrive at his palace without an offering (how rude of you). Very little actually makes him lash out, however.

One such things would be if he were to encounter an animal abuser.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Dungeon: Grave Portent

Tormented by nightmares of a darkened sarcophagus in the depths of an infamous cavern tomb, a nobleman sends the party to investigate the source of these visions fearing one of his rivals is using dark magic in an attempt to ruin him, possibly from beyond the grave.

Once known as the graven sepulcher the necropolis was dedicated to Illmater and Located in a cavern thought to be the final resting place of one of his saints. For more than a century it was the go-to place to be interred if you were a pious elder of the temple or someone wealthy who wanted their lifetime of sins forgotten beneath a sacred slab. Then a war and ensuing famine broke out, and the temple of Illmater took it upon themselves to house the swelling ranks of the dead. Once the paupers outnumbered the proud and the pious the cavern tomb lost much of it's prestige, coming to be known in the common day as "the bone pit"

Adventure Hooks:

Given it's remote location few venture to the old necropolis anymore, with the few countryfolk leaving their swaddled dead on the interior stairs for fear of braving its darkened depths. The party may be asked to carry one of these bodies in return for asking for directions, sworn to see it to its destination less they suffer the curse of the bereaved and recently dead. Along their way they'll be pestered by a Yeth hound who wants nothing more than to eat and despoil the body, simply for the wrongness of it all.

With its many hiding places and forboding reputation the necropolis is a great place to lay low, which explains the gang of outlaws currently hiding from the law in its upper reaches after robbing a tax wagon. If the party encounter them they'll pretend to be peaceful pilgrims, but they're intent on not sharing their takings and won't hesitate to add a few more bodies to the bonepit if necessary.

Apart from the usual shades and skeleton warriors, the necropolis is haunted by a Mohrg spawned from the corpse of a wealthy noblewoman who thought it a delicious irony that she could pay to be buried among saints and holyfolk despite her secret history of serial murder. Only awakening after the tomb's consecration decayed and with hazy recollections of who she was, the Mohrg will observe the party from the shadows, following them back to town if it can to become an enduring thorn in their side.

In the depths of the necropolis the party will find the sarcophagus open and waiting, just as the nobleman described it. Beside they will encounter a death priest of Nerull, god of unnamed graves, who will council them about the vision's meaning: The sarcophogus is the nobleman's destined end, and should he not come to rest within it soon a great peril will befall the land. Its up to them to deliver the bad news and convince the nobleman to make a selfless sacrifice, or perhaps contrive an unfortunate accident and make off with his corpse.

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