Wandering the shallow oceans
Listen. You've gotta be real careful when Sharenskus is in the area. The wake that thing leaves, the tides he creates...
He'll pull you out to sea faster than you can say "He'an help me."
Sharenskus stands over 400 meters tall; he weighs in at over 450,000 tonnes. Every step he takes pulverizes the seafloor below him, as he trudges through the oceans between the continents of Russin
. The two faces of Sharenskus stare blankly into the distance, mouth ajar -- a constant flow of water pours out of the mouths. Two of his four arms slowly grasp at thin air, as if he were trying to grasp the nearest hand holds. With the other two, Sharenskus firmly grasps his sword, a massive katana that is nearly the same height as the god-husk himself.
Present-day sailors that live in or trade with the countries near Sharenskus know of the danger he poses. Many a careless sailor has found themselves rapidly pulled off course, directly into the path of Sharenskus's legs. A single step taken by the god creates tides strong enough to pull out even the largest ships, which soon find themselves smashed to pieces by the god's powerful legs.
I once saw this captain. Real arrogant, hotshot kinda kid. Don't go near em, I say, it's not worth it. But nah, he decides he's gonna risk it to save 2 days travel. The idiot kid directs his barge straight behind Sharenskus, direct shot. I watched as him, the barge, and all 12 sailors aboard got dragged into Sharenskus's legs. There was nothing left but flotsam.
Like all the other gods, there exists tidbits of lore hidden within the confines of The Comprilith
. However, information on Sharenskus's habits before his death are sparse. Half burnt texts show that Sharenskus was always most interested in cultivating life on the continents Russin and Eriall. In particular, the God appears to have shown a fondness for Russin; he helped to clear land and create water sources, allowing for more efficient farming in the early days of that continents history.
Scraps from The Comprilith
One broken slate, found over 10km from the Comprilith, shows Sharenskus used to reside over the domains of Growth, Travel, and Balance.
A book found almost entirety decomposed had only one readable portion on it: "...Sharens.. ... ...Sword: The endless Katana, Meyanten".
The main book regarding Sharenskus showed the god once bartered a treaty between Russin and the Winter Giants. It details the good working relationship between the three gods.
The Seven Day War
The people of Cathedris managed to record only some of the events of the Seven Day civil war between the gods; the fighting was so intense, it nearly destroyed all life on the planet. It sent civilization back to the stone age, and forced it to once again evolve to its modern era.
One of the few pieces of remaining information is a book titled "Deep water; endless knight". In it is a series of five poems detailing the last three days of the civil war. The fourth poem tells of how Sharenskus had his heart broken during an altercation with the Winter Giants, Codod and Farad, sadly concluding with Sharenskus killing the Winter Giants in hand to hand combat.
The Fifth poem is a short and brutal account, telling of how Avartarian
stalked, and eventually murdered Sharenskus, near the capital city of Russin. Avartarian, known as The First Knight
, is a massive, armoured behemoth of a god. He used his exceptionally long reach to gain the best of Sharenskus, before mercilessly snapping the smaller god's neck.
Born on the 3rd day of the 19 Days of Creation.
Two gods killed during The Seven Day War.
Killed on the 6th day of The Seven Day War.
, the First Knight.
Sharenskus maintains a pace faster than most of the other God-husks, with the long strides he takes. He can cover an approximate 5 leagues every hour, depending on sea floor conditions.
In his current form, the God-husk creates endless water, pouring from his two mouths. It cascades down his chiselled body, flooding the shallow oceans.
Every step taken by the God-husk destroys more of the seafloor, as he wanders a directionless path. Ships stand no chance, should the be unfortunate enough to venture near Sharenskus.
Hidden behind his blank white eyes is a shadow of awareness; he grasps weakly at thin air around him. He does not react to any outside influence however; whatever he is seeing, it only exists within the shattered mind of the god.