Lands of Tyranny
Day 1 of The Philosopher, Year 414
Balthazar
Symbol: The Sword and Hammer.
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Before The Three Gods: Metallurgy, Fire, Weapons, Honour & War.
Post The Three Gods: Destruction & Bloodshed.
It is said that during the early days of creation and the time before strife Balthazar gave onto the Elves and the Dwarves the gift of metallurgy.
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Content with being revered through the many creations that sprung from metal crafted and shaped by the hands of artisans. Balthazar then withdrew from the world of man, knowing he had left a mark upon it that would never be forgotten. His hammer was put to rest and cold metal was exchanged for the warmth of his lovers loins, the Goddess Lilith, the Eternal Mother. His presence and gaze did not seek the world for a millennia, as he had only eyes for Lilith. Lilith whom savoured his company with such a joy, that in these years the mortal races did not feel the cold touch of winter. It was during this time their love came to bear fruit and two children of their union was given life. A son, Ilmarin and daughter most fair, Twyll.
Balthazar and Lilith brought their son and daughter to the mortal world to bear witness onto it, the world Balthazar had left behind no longer the same. The union of the two gods had unbeknownst to them not only given life to Ilmarin and Twyll but a race of mortals not much unlike the elves and dwarves. They were not graced with the beauty and long life of elves or the composure of the stout dwarves. They were a passionate and unrestrained, willing to give into their most base emotions.
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​Where Lilith came to adore man for the love that burned so brightly within them, Balthazar saw only one thing - There is indeed a fire in the soul of man and it burns the strongest when in strife, when he fights for what he holds dear. And so he came to witness his gift to the mortals take the shape of the blade and strife came to the world. The minds of man, elf and dwarf now gave life to creations that were made to claim it.
It became clear to Balthazar that his gift was not only that of cold steel and fire but the very art of war. So it came to be that he returned to the mortals, the god of war and the sharp steel that now carved clear boarders within a world that was once united. So devoted was Balthazar that he neglected his lover and child, for the flames of war was an enticing, constant inferno fueled by man that now sat upon the mortal realm as the dominant race and still does to this day.
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His traditions are many, from the forge to the battlefields. His is an ever watchful eye, a gaze lingering when armies clash, judicial combat is waged and steel is tempered. He demands of those wielding his gifts to be honourable in their dealings and for the love he still bears Lilith he proclaimed that any follower of his was never to lay harm on those who have not taken up the sword.
Authors: Mojito and Maya
