Chaos
The strength in disorder, for the price of understanding.
The strength in disorder, for the price of understanding.
God Of Chaos, He of Havoc
He/him
Domain: Sol Valley- "Sol Valley, of where the sun crests early. Smell the damp air, do you feel it? They all do…"
Powers:
Mutation of DNA, summoning an aurora borealis, warping of perception, control over his bugs, plant growth, infectious Chaos magic, switching between God height and normal height, eldritch form, acid spitting, rotting
Biome:
Forest
Geography:
It's all wrong. Most plants and animals suffer mutations reminiscent of nuclear fallout. Rotwood has dense lush forests with areas cleared for habitation and pathways laid for traversing. Rivers and ponds can be found around the domain, though isn't necessarily a wetland. Vines and moss can be found all around
Climate:
Warm, sunny, humid
Flora (edible):
Amanita mushrooms, edible mushrooms, horny goat weed, wild cucumber, wild grapes, jabuticaba, sugarcane, opium poppies, pomegranate, oyster mushrooms, chicken of the woods, sunflowers, and blackberries.
Flora (not edible):
Water hemlock, sunjewels, lilypads, cattails, hollyberries, ivy, moss, lichen, amanita mushrooms, oyster mushrooms, and destroying angel mushrooms
Fauna:
Cockroaches, rats, earthworms, axolotls, freshwater phosphorescent bacteria, giant millipedes, velvet worm, crows, fireflies, glow worms, river trout, lake sunfish, and cane toads
Played by: Wolsal
Chaos, so beautiful is it not? Giving into all of those urges, that primal part of your brain. Watch as the sacred geometry and strands of DNA get folded and twisted to my design. Subserve to the great mission of havoc- Chaos. Pure freedom and ecstasy, no longer do you obey the whims of nature. Now it obeys you.
Sit back and smell the roaches and give prayer to He of Havoc- Beelzebub. Lord of the Flies- King of Rot. Wither away the remaining semblance of normalcy and embrace the hedonism.
Bringer of havoc and madness he brought. Ever bearing the presence of the King of Rot. Ever in the shadows of the 4 Adorned new, the grip of insanity only grew. Lord of the flies and lord of them all, head of lies and mouth of gall. Zealous and manic and rotted and cruel, dig down in the dirt and you’ll feel it consume. Effective his power in winning the game, words of a conman twisted in vain. Brewing in hatred, consumed by sin, give into the madness and find that you win. Unfortunate a tragedy and Godhood to gain, a morsel of hope of freedom began. Behold a new light, a vessel of spite, make way for the armageddon, make way for the blight, the slaughter of the new faith is ready to strike.
Map of Sol Valley
Propaganda
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The Temple of Sol, where the rays shine upon Chaos