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Gods of Ithia: Bokoku

Bokoku. Nature Spirit of the Ashike Archipelago, Homeland of the True Vigint, and The Imperial Authority. 

Known as Bokoku, The Authority, The Motherland, The Spirit of Many Faces, Crown Spirit, and The Heart of the Vigint. 

Bokoku’s main body is the entire archipelago of northern Dodicerous, Home of the Ashike people. Bokoku’s spirit form is a great serpentine dragon with a face for each island in the archipelago, beautiful, smiling, inhuman. She flies through the sky on scales of sumac, ochre, and gardenia, which are the primary sacred colors of the Imperial Rule. Each of her faces has a mane of fox fur, a dual-toned mask of two contrasting koi, and wings of cranes running down her serpentine body.   

Bokoku is both a loving mother, a figure of discipline, and one who motivates her mortal children towards honor, destiny, and greatness of the Ashike people. She is said to have given the first Vigint Emperors the secrets of the three sacred dyes and, emerging from the sea, to give them a crown of steel, blood, and salt. She embodies the authority of the Imperial Rule, whereas Hagane embodies the power of the Shogunate.  

Gods of Ithia: Exposition.

Exposition. Information is Everything.  Known as The Exposition Dump, The Over-Explainer, The Droning, and The Edited.  Exposition has no form, no personality, his divine plane nothing more than an endlessly stretching library with a desk for each being in Ithia a book filling out their story. One great scroll sprawls forth, maintaining the Canon of…

Gods of Ithia: Romance.

Romance. All life is for the Happy Ever After.  Known as The Romance, Hea, The Tragic Misunderstanding, The Love Eternal, The Gossip.   Romance has no real physical form; her presence often appears as a vaguely feminine swirl of perfumed air carrying rose petals. Romance is generally the least dangerous of the Forces wanting everything to…

Factions of the Dead Age: The Markaris.

The Factions of the Dead Age.   Markaris  ‘The we shall stand above the whips and crowns of petty men.’    Once we were slaves to Kings and Gods, once we bled our wealth to merchants and nobles whose only value was in their birth. The Markaris overthrew the Astarte in Marieland, slaughtered those leaders who tried to return…

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