Mortifis, The Betrayer

Mortifis is the Great Dragon of Death, Luck, Cunning, Lies, Shadow, The Unvalored Dead, and Change. He is depicted to be in equal size to Pyrros with ebony scales and crimson wings. He carries a sickly thin appearance and many portions of his flesh are cracked from his ravenous hunger consuming him from within. "I dreaded the next Lord ahead of me. Mortifis, the Betrayer. Lord of Deceit and guardian of the unglorified dead. He who would invoke an audience with Silth would hopefully have a curiosity with a nosey Zenon. The Raith, the deity's guard passed me by with a ghostly silence as we scuttled in opposite direction through the stone streets of Mal'kinar. The putrid air rising from the swamps beneath the streets blinded the nose, perhaps that would help make the food here more appetizing. This pilgrim will be sticking to his rations for his journey through this realm. I approached the massive Ebony cathedral overlooking the swamp encroached city. Mortifis sat upon the unvalored dead. Dreagasians who failed to achieve glory in battle and were denied Skara. Entering the chamber I was met with the rush of crimson membranes of massive wings…I had thought they were curtains. Mortifis armored in an abyss of black scales stared me down with his golden eyes, a cruel grin stretching cross the behemoths maw. "Well?" "Your eminence, oh lord of tales and the damned. I ask simply for your story, as to tell my children, and they to them." "You, a delectable feast ask me for a story? Perhaps I will give you one as I devour your spark slowly. Zenon on tap?" "Oh swift minded lord, if you were to do that how would I tell my children of your magnificence?" "And what you tell your children may be madness. Now begone" Mortifis replied. Leaving disappointed I turned to an inn. That night my dreams were plagued with vision, a dual star, visions of the ever devouring void. Glimpses of the father Basalisk, whose face melted every time I sought his gaze. It will take time to sort out these frantic dreams to a cohesiveness for those who read this tome. But for now this pilgrim needs some ale…or some spice." "The Pilgrimage of Virnest" Mortifis is known as the betrayer, as he went against the teachings of Basilisk and sought counsel with Silth, to learn his powers of Consumption to which members of his class share his affliction. The once golden child of Basilisk was afflicted with scales as black as the void is vast and panged with a ceaseless hunger for energy. Mortifis is painted in a duality, where members of his class still see him as The Golden Deliverer, who will carry them on his back to reinforce Basilisk in the beyond. A deity who grants luck through shadow, whose true motivations are cryptic and doused with mysticism. However to the majority of Dreagasians Mortifis is the king of lies, the deceiver set to steal the energy of wayward Dreagasians. Mortifis serves as the God of the Unvalored dead, carrying those Dreagasian's rejected by their God due to the circumstances of their death to the afterlife. He is a god of quick temper yet everlasting patience. He takes the greatest pleasure in manipulating other class Dreagasians to an unvalored death to claim for himself in the afterlife. He deeply loves those who choose to follow him, Mortifis domain extends south from the swamplands of Al'nakesh to the northernmost face of Mt. Askara, The majority of his realm is the desolate wastes of ash from the mountains runoff, but lush fungal forests can be found along the northern coastline of the continent Mar'kun

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