Vasarion

Appearance

Vasarion is an altogether plain man. He stands of about average height, with a face that is altogether uninteresting, yet handsome in it's own way. He wears a suit of scale mail armor and carries two weapons: A staff with a hook upon it to rescue the drowned, and a heavy metal flail, it's end a rusted, crushed ship's anchor attached to rusted chain, to destroy those who anger him. When his rage swells, so does he, turning him into a hulking, muscular man with wild hair and beard, similar to his brother, Xyranthien.

Relationships

Vasarion is the brother of Xyranthien, though he holds no love for his godly sibling. In fact he holds a burning hatred for him, bred by years of fierce competition for notoriety among their peers. But one thing has tempered his rage. One person who can calm his wrath and show him a way of gentle calm and peace. The one thing he loves more than his domain is his wife, Astarielle. He also has a strong companionship with Eludora, and she visits him at his dwelling frequently for chatter with he and his wife.

Dwelling

Vasarion lives in a great sunken keep of his own making, somewhere buried in the deepest trenches of the Sea of Shifting, where no mortal could ever hope to reach, unless he allowed it. Astarielle lives here with him, warming his bed and his heart. The interior of the keep is perfectly dry, with oppulent halls, beautiful artistry, and the friends, the chosen, and the champions that are here seeking audience. The courtyards are built of coral and sea flora, and Vasarion spends much of his time here, swimming and basking in what is his.

Tenets

Vasarion has no tenets. Just as the sea has none. His only rule, his only decree, is that the sea be respected. Feared. Paid the due it is worth. He is quick to judge those who defy him in that regard.

Ways Of Worship

Generally, sailors are those who worship Vasarion, praying for his mercy and a steady wind to carry them where they need to go. Many priests of the sea will leave trinkets of great value on the shore, to be swept away by the tide and carried to the god's domain far below. Fisherman will pray for a strong bounty from the waters, but for the most part, worship to the god is simple, with material sacrifices given voluntarily every now and again.