Illethar
Her skin was the violet of bruising and wineHer eyes gleamed with lust for the world at her feetThe horns on her helm had a wicked recurveThe sight of her drove men to craven retreatWith morningstar fearsome and armor unmatchedShe thundered o’er land like a great beast in heatChant of Illethar
Illethar, goddess of violence and hedonism, did not stay near Evendur for long before diverging from his intentions. She saw the world as a collection of things to be taken and used, and believed that the point of living was to do whatever one wanted to do, and to live only for one’s own interests. She became known as a subject of terror, awe, and power. It could never be predicted where and when she would strike, as she lived her days essentially touring the world in search of new things she could take, usually at the cost of much innocent blood. It is said that wine ran through her veins like blood. Illethar is usually portrayed as a broad-shouldered woman with rough purple skin, wearing leather armor adorned with spikes and a massive horned helmet, and holding a bloodied morningstar.
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