Selion

"They say the Tempest doesn’t care. That he tears down as easily as he builds up, that he sweeps across the land without thought, without purpose. But that’s not true, not really. The Tempest knows exactly what he’s doing. The storm doesn’t come to punish or to reward, it comes because it must. Because the old must be broken to make room for the new. He isn’t cruel, I think, though it certainly feels cruel. He’s just... an unfortunate necessity. And sometimes, necessity roars loud enough to shake the world."

— A weathered sailor

The Calm

He arrives with the roar of thunder and the crack of lightning, with skies that churn like a restless ocean and winds that tear through the world, screaming in defiance. He is the chaos in the clouds, the fierce joy of rain lashing against the earth, the power that humbles kinds and raises seas. He is storm incarnate, both wrath and wonder, destruction and renewal.
No one sees the Tempest's face for long, for it is veiled in clouds, half-lit by the flicker of lightning. His form shifts and swirls, his edges indistinct, as if he is a man built from storm clouds and tempestuous winds. His voice is the crash of waves on jagged rocks, the howl of the gale, and the rumble that shakes the ground. To hear him speak is to know that you are small, that the world is vast and untamed.

The Thunder

The Tempest is not a god who grants solace or sanctuary. He is not a god of calm seas or safe harbours. He is the force that tests you, that demands your endurance. To sailors, he is both a curse and a proving ground, the gale that strips their courage bare and the storm that makes them stronger. To farmers, he is destruction and salvation, bringing rains that drown or nourish.
Yet, there is something profoundly alive in him. The Tempest does not rage out of malice. He is wild and restless, yes, but his chaos is honest. He does not pretend to be anything other than what he is. In his fury lies beauty, in his destruction lies renewal. Storms cleans, storms rebuild, storms teach.
The Tempest does not ask for worship, only respect. He is a reminder that nature is vast, untamable, and alive in ways mortals cannot fully comprehend. Stand before him, and you will know awe. Stand within him, and you may find yourself remade.

Divine Classification

The Tempest, God of Storms