Ragil, also known as the Painted God, is an unbound god of creativity, inspiration, ink, and bloodshed. They are considered an actively malevolent threat throughout Hazeron, and is infamous for their ability to manifest inside works of art that attempt to depict them. Ragil is an unpredictable and obsessive god, and often focuses on creative individuals, such as artists, craftsmen and bards, to tempt them into violence. Their symbol is commonly depicted as a finger smearing blood. There is often some contention between followers of Ragil and Batrax regarding the domain of blood.
Description
Appearance
Icons of Ragil and generally not depicted for multiple reasons, one being that in most kingdoms, the worship of Ragil is illegal and incurs a harsh punishment. However, the more prevalent reason is that depicting Ragil in any way seems to feed the power of the deity and attract their attention.
Due to efforts of various organizations attempting to limit the spread of Ragillian iconography, no specific qualities are widely known of Ragil's appearance. Some religious scholars theorize that this is a pointless endeavor, as Ragil manifests themselves based on the interpretations of the individual.
Personality
Ragil is a chaotic and impulsive god. They are known to obsess over creative individuals, watching them, speaking to them, and in some cases, even possessing them. Ragil is fond of violence and death, believing it to be a high form of art.
Beliefs and Systems
Ragil is a chaotic evil god, and believes in complete freedom to express creativity. They are also obsessed with violence and blood, and believe that they are underutilized in the art world. Ragil wishes for the world to become a wild, free landscape of creation, unbound by the restrictive laws and institutions of society.
Pacts
Ragil is generally interested in those who produce art, although that art may take many forms. Due to Ragil's wild nature, there is no surefire way to get their attention for a pact, although those will skill generally have a better chance at attracting the gaze of the deity. Ragil is often enamored with those that are passionate about their art, and will attempt to lure them into their thrall, or in some cases will flat out possess them.
Ragil's blessings come in a few forms; unwilling pacts often send the "blessed" individuals into a pure frenzy of creation. This generally culminates in a violent rampage. Those who work willingly with the god may find success in negotiating the extent of their madness. Ragil can offer power to these individuals, and may even grant them the ability to bring their art into reality, if they are favored.
Devotees
Ragil is usually followed by artists, writers, songwriters, etc. that have fallen to their muse in the darkest way. Many insane and evil individuals will also follow Ragil because of the freedom the deity promises.
The Unknown is a large contingent of Ragil-worshipers that travel in groups, completing their "art". Generally, this art necessitates the destruction of communities and bloodshed. The Thraixe are wild and unpredictable, and many smaller settlements around the world fear their arrival. Pieces created by the Thraixe seem capable of inflicting mental changes upon the weak-willed.
Commandments
- The worst sin imaginable is stifling your muse. Act! Create!
- The world is your medium. Let nothing stand between you and that perfect color!
- Those who would impose rule and reason upon your performance must be CUT AND TORN AND S̵̡͘͡U̶̸̢҉̴N̵҉̸̢͞D̛͜E͏̡͠͞R̷̵E̶҉̧͜D̸̵̀͡
Legends
The Painter
Yes, yes, no other will do
It must be THAT color, that crimson, that hue
I've tried other colors, but none of them work
I need more of THAT one, I must be alert
I think that they heard me, some 12 nights ago
Though I was quite quiet, I think I was slow
To sink in my dagger, he let out a peep
And might have awakened his parents from sleep
And now he is dry, but the canvas is not
It must be completed 'fore falling to rot
They have another, so I must prepare
And visit again, though I must beware
It must be portrayed, the scene of my vision
I must see myself absolved of derision
As I near completion, my insight untainted
Soon THEY will emerge, the wondrous, the Painted