Aveirnoot. God of Ruin, Pain, Endings, and Sorrow. 

Known across the plane as Aveirnoot, The Harlequin of Ruin, The End, The Pit Dweller, The Hopebane, The Curtain Call, The Ruinous Power, The White Faced, The Suffering, Laughing Doom, and the Final Bow. 

Aveirnoot is a member of the Ko’Cai, Gods of Malice, The Gods of War, the Monstrous Gods, The Divine Circus, and the Laughing Gods.  

Holy Books: The Book of Suns.    

The Son of Tasmar Oriondus and Mara’Dia. There are Evil Gods, Malicious Gods, Actively Ruinous Gods and then there is Aveirnoot the Herald of the End Times and the Incarnation of Destruction. He is sorrow, pain, and ruin but he himself is not actively malicious. He lets mortals tear down their own worlds around themselves. Bury their virtues in the rubble of their sins. Aveirnoot is eternally patient and awaits not the breaking of mere things but the shattering of all existence. 

His Symbol is the Remnant – A human skull painted up in harlequin designs, sometimes clown make-up, and topped with the hat of a fool.  

When active on Ithia, the world ends in fire of black and motley, land will rupture in geysers of blood and gore, and the Flayed shall pour in teeming masses. All heralded by the Halo of Ruin a ring of such blackness that shows past the brightest light. It consumes all the stars, the planets, and finally floods the world below, robed of the celestial bodies of the gods, a final and absolute End.  

Aveirnoot’s Divine Realm is a mixture of a circus, a palace, a great street, and a fair with towering rides of steel and lightning, tents of beasts and acrobatics stretched across decaying castle walls painted garish colors. Streets run haphazardly horizontally, diagonally, and vertically where hordes of Aveirnoot’s twisted divine servants perform at any direction. Stairs twist in spirals and every direction is right side up.  

Aveirnoot does not maintain nor need any divine artifacts.   

Aveirnoot is all bright colors, flamboyant, and done up in the make-up of a harlequin. He has a cloak of rainbow ribbons laced together that trail behind him.  A large hat like a thousand creeping tendrils covered in gleaming bells and belled piercings cover his ears, run down his neck and pierced through his fingers by needles. He has colorful painted nails that curve into pointed claws, and his smile extends past his cheeks showing off too many teeth in too many rows. His eyes shift and burn with pinks, purples, and greens in kaleidoscopic patterns. He moves in a mixture of the awkward gait as if his bones were broken and healed without ever being set and overly flexibility as if he had too many joints. His body flexes, shifts, and bulges as if something too big is struggling to stay in the svelte form of the small harlequin.  

Aveirnoot is bright, charismatic, personable, a creature with gravitas and an entertainer at heart. He loves to laugh, and his rage can quickly be calmed by jokes and slapstick humor. He is often seen on the mortal coil capturing sounds of death and destruction to bring home and compose music with the screams of the dying, the thunder of collapsing buildings, the crackle of fire, wails, and all the sounds of death, war, and the call of carrion feeders. Wherever he walks plant live withers, dies, and grows back ever stronger. He dislikes his divine servants to meddle in the affairs of other mortals and as such few seeking power choose him.  Rarely worshipped as hes prone to killing his worshippers who abuse his gifts he grants those that serve and survive the power to break anything artificially with a touch, the power to split alloys and mixtures into their base components, break enchantments, destroy any bindings be they chains, curses, or geasa. They can heal by destroying the wounds, but this means of healing is even more painful than standard healing magic. Where they walk the world turns barren and they are required to do equal balm and harm to all sides in a conflict.  

Aveirnoot is rarely worshipped but those few are fanatical to his will. They are a strange mix of colorful and morbid enjoying humor and the beauty of destruction. Many attach themselves to traveling entertainers granting them protection. He is worshipped in places of joy and mirth. The greatest temples of his faith are tents of circuses. He accepts sacrifices of original jokes, raw emotions, and physical wonder such as those of strongmen and acrobatics. He loves showmen, entertainers, and those with gravitas taking their entertainment value as constant sacrifice to his will.  

Aveirnoot’s values.  

Pillars (Virtues)- Laughter, Joy, Chaos, Pain, Ruin, Music, and Endings. 

Columns (Vices) – Stoicism, Boredom, Order, Suffering, Death, and Eternity.  

Aveirnoot can’t maintain holy orders due to how few worship him.