The Worshippers of Chaos

Xyr’athos is not a god of centralized authority, and so his faith manifests in countless splintered sects, cults, and chaotic movements. While there is no singular, rigid institution governing his worship, many groups carry their own interpretations of his divine will.
The Major Church of Xyr’athos:
The Architects of Flux (The Nearest Thing to a Formal Church of Xyr’athos)
The Architects of Flux are not builders in the traditional sense. They do not construct walls to keep things out, nor monuments to enshrine history. Instead, they are shapers of the impermanent, craftsmen of Chaos, designing not to create stability, but to ensure nothing remains the same for long. To them, a structure that stands unchanged for too long is a prison, and a belief that does not evolve is a lie.
Their temples—if they can even be called such—are living sanctuaries of Chaos, shifting with every passing moment. Some bend and twist of their own accord, their halls never leading to the same place twice. Others crumble and reform, unmade and remade by their followers as part of sacred rituals. A temple to Xyr’athos might stand as a grand palace one day, only to become a sprawling ruin the next, then a tangled garden of stone and fractal trees the day after.
The Architects do not seek destruction for its own sake, nor do they embrace mindless anarchy. They see change as the essence of existence, a thing to be embraced, worshipped, and guided, rather than feared. Their faith does not demand devotion to a single form of Chaos but rather an understanding that all things are meant to shift, and nothing is eternal—not gods, not empires, not even reality itself.
Beliefs & Practices The Breaking of Walls: The Architects are known for tearing down structures that have stood too long—whether physical, societal, or ideological. If something does not change, it must be broken so that it may be rebuilt in a new form. The Reshaping Rituals: Every Architect takes part in constant creation and destruction, shaping and reshaping the world around them. They may carve intricate sculptures only to shatter them, write elaborate texts only to burn them, or construct entire cities meant to collapse within a cycle. The Fluxborn: Some among them are touched more deeply by Chaos, their very bodies shifting over time. Their features, voices, and even memories may change unpredictably, never remaining the same person for long. To them, this is a blessing—a sign of Xyr’athos’s favor. The Great Unmaking: A whispered belief among the most devout Architects is that one day, all of existence will become a single ever-shifting masterpiece, a world in which no moment is ever the same twice. They do not fear this future. They build toward it. Structure of the Architects Unlike many cults and religions, the Architects of Flux have no hierarchy, for rank implies permanence, and permanence is a lie. Leadership shifts like the tides, and no individual rules for long. However, there are certain roles among them:
The Shapers – Those who design, create, and destroy the structures of Chaos. The Fractured – The mad prophets and visionaries whose words and minds twist like the things they build. The Keepers of the Unmade – Those who preserve the knowledge of past iterations, knowing they, too, will one day be unmade. The Fluxborn – The most devout, those whose very forms refuse to remain static, seen as the living essence of Xyr’athos’s will. Their Sacred Tenets Nothing is meant to last. Change is the only truth. To build is to destroy. To destroy is to build. Order is a cage. Chaos is the key. Even we are not meant to remain the same. To those who do not understand them, the Architects of Flux seem mad, destructive, and without purpose. But to those who hear the whispers of Xyr’athos in the wind, they are the only ones who truly see the world as it was meant to be—shifting, evolving, never still, and never complete.

The Whispering Maw (Cult of Entropy & Devouring Chaos)
The Whispering Maw is the cult that speaks of Xyr’athos not as a god of change, but as the inevitable force of consumption, oblivion, and unmaking. To them, Chaos is not simply transformation—it is the hunger at the end of all things, the cosmic truth that all order must decay, that all existence will one day be devoured by the infinite, shifting void from which it came.
Its followers are not priests, nor scholars, nor philosophers. They are devourers, wanderers who leave nothing in their wake but ruin and silence. Some believe they must accelerate entropy, bringing about the unraveling of the world so that something new may take its place. Others see themselves as living conduits of Chaos, their bodies becoming twisted, unnatural things that should not exist, their voices speaking in disjointed echoes, their minds slipping between past, present, and futures that never were.
The Maw does not recruit. It calls. Those who hear its whisper—deep in the void, in the flickering light of a dying star, in the collapsing of a forgotten ruin—are already lost. They do not seek to spread the faith, for to them, faith itself is meaningless when all things are destined to fall into the Maw.
"All things are food for the Ever-Hunger. Even the gods shall be swallowed in the end." This is the only scripture the Maw leaves behind, carved into stone that crumbles to dust before it can be read twice.

The Shattered Choir (Cult of Madness & Prophecy)
The Shattered Choir is not an organization, but a collection of lost souls who have heard the voice of Xyr’athos whispering in the fractures of reality. They are prophets, lunatics, and artists whose minds have been touched by the raw essence of Chaos, granting them glimpses into futures that may never come to pass. Their words are riddles, their voices layered, sometimes echoing long after they have finished speaking.
Each member of the Choir receives their "song" in a moment of divine revelation—some through dreams of unraveling time, others by staring too long into the shifting sky, or even by witnessing an impossible event that shatters their sense of reality. Their worship is erratic, a cacophony of voices speaking over one another, singing hymns that clash and warp into something greater than the sum of their parts.
Their most sacred belief is that truth is not singular, that all things are in flux, and that the more one tries to grasp certainty, the further it crumbles between their fingers. They inscribe their visions onto surfaces that should not hold them—walls that shift and breathe, ink that never dries, songs that, once sung, can never be remembered the same way twice.
To outsiders, they are madmen, speaking in tongues, their eyes seeing too much. But to those who listen, their words are glimpses of Chaos-made prophecy, truth woven from disorder. Some say the first whispers of Xyr’athos’s return came from the lips of a Choir member screaming at the sky.

The Ashen Hands (Cult of Revolution, Fire, and the Burning of Empires)
The Ashen Hands are not just a cult; they are an omen. Wherever they walk, rulers tremble, tyrants fall, and the foundations of empires crack and burn. They are the heralds of collapse, the unseen hands that topple the mighty, the spark that ignites rebellion. To them, order is not just a mistake—it is an illness, a disease that must be purged through fire and ruin.
They do not build armies, nor do they seek to rule. The Ashen Hands do not fight for power; they fight to ensure no power remains standing for too long. To them, every kingdom, every law, every throne is temporary—and it is their sacred duty to remind the world of this truth through destruction.
Some call them liberators, others terrorists. But the Ashen Hands do not care for the words of those who build walls and chains. They know that when a thing has stood for too long, it is already rotting—and they are the fire that burns away the decay.


The Unbound (Cult of Freedom, Self-Determination, and the Rejection of All Chains)
The Unbound are not a cult in the traditional sense, nor are they an organized church. They are an idea, a whisper in the minds of those who refuse to kneel, a truth that spreads in the hearts of those who long to be free. They are those who have severed all chains—physical, societal, and even spiritual—embracing Chaos not as destruction, but as the ultimate liberation.
To be Unbound is to owe allegiance to no master, to have no laws, no fate, no name but the one you choose to wear today. The Unbound do not follow Xyr’athos as worshippers, nor do they see him as a god who demands fealty. Instead, they see him as the ultimate embodiment of self-determination, a force that does not command, but whispers:
“You are free. You were always free.”


The Weavers of the Unwritten (Cult of Fate’s Undoing, Reality’s Fracture, and the Unmaking of Predestination)
The Weavers of the Unwritten do not believe in prophecy. They do not believe in destiny. They do not believe in stories that have been told before. To them, all things are unwritten, and nothing is set in stone—not history, not the future, not even the gods.
Their purpose is not destruction for its own sake, nor do they seek revolution as the Ashen Hands do. They exist to unravel that which others have dared to call inevitable. They find the threads of fate, the invisible laws that try to shape the world into a single, predestined pattern—and they cut them.
They whisper that Xyr’athos himself was once bound by fate, that even gods were once trapped by the scripts of those who wove existence before them. But Chaos is the answer to that prison, and through his power, even the most absolute of fates can be undone.

Divines

• Xyr'athos - Primordial God of Chaos