Thazkith, the Gnawed Root

Domain: Hunger, Survivalism, Rural Fury
Titles: The Starving Fang, He Who Endures, Maw Beneath the Soil
Symbol: A torn root with teeth marks
Origin Among Mortals: Thazkith was born in barren fields and hollow stomachs — in the gnashing of teeth when the last grain was gone, and in the fire behind the eyes of those who refused to die quietly. He rose not from cruelty, but from desperation made sacred — a primal howl wrapped in mortal resolve.
Where cities built shrines to law and beauty, the starving in the wilds offered blood to the dirt, and something answered.
Thazkith is the god of what you’ll do when there’s nothing left to lose — and everything to feed.
Nature of the Gnawed Root: Thazkith is raw and unrelenting. He does not offer comfort, only the will to keep tearing, keep moving, keep surviving. He is not evil — but he is merciless in his understanding of life: feed or be fed upon.
He is worshiped not with praise, but with action — the hunt, the scream, the clenched jaw of a parent feeding their child while they starve.
His hunger is not just for food. It is for freedom, revenge, bloodline survival, and the right to endure no matter who forgets you. Thazkith does not forgive weakness. But he never abandons the desperate.
Manifestation & Imagery: Thazkith appears in dreams as a skeletal, starving wolf — ribs sharp beneath matted fur, eyes blazing like coals, breath heavy with ash and blood. Sometimes he speaks in snarls, sometimes not at all. Those who see him often wake with their hands clenched, teeth sore, and the taste of root or flesh in their mouth.
His symbol — a torn root bearing teeth marks — is carved into trees, branded on tools, or scratched into the dirt before desperate hunts. It is a warning and a promise.
Worship and Followers: Thazkith’s followers are the Rootbitten — farmers, hunters, feral shamans, and rural outcasts who do what they must. They offer sacrifices of meat, bone, and sweat — sometimes their own blood, mixed into stew and buried beneath rootlines.
His rites involve hunger-fasting, predator chants, and dream-running — rituals where followers run into the woods until they drop, returning only if the wolf lets them wake.
He is often invoked before hard winters, bad harvests, or revenge taken in blood over food and land. His name is spoken spat into the soil, not sung into halls.
After the Dark Awakening: In a world where ruin has spread and resources dwindle, Thazkith is ascendant. Villages that once prayed to gods of harvest now leave offerings for him. His fury, once rural and ragged, now echoes through wastelands.
Many now say he does not just walk in dreams — he rides the edges of starving packs, howling in storms, gnawing the roots of trees that grow too close to graves.
He is no longer just a god of hunger. He is a warning: if you forget the starving, they will remember you.
Notable Sayings & Myths:
“He does not bless you with food. He blesses you with teeth.”
The Rootblood Pact: A story of a village that survived three winters by feeding Thazkith a piece of their history each season. By spring, no one remembered who they were — but they lived.
The Thorn-Wolf Bride: A tale of a desperate woman who married Thazkith in a dream to save her kin — and woke with bloodied hands and a full larder.
The Howl of the Unburied: A rural myth where those who die of starvation without being mourned rise again beneath Thazkith’s gaze — ravenous, root-bound, and never full.

“They will not feed you. So bite.” — Thazkith, the Gnawed Root