𝒜rthenokael is a deity, an ancient being with the ability to bend creation to his will. He is alone now, his fellows were felled by his own hand. The three gods live on as the land on which their creations live... although Arthenokael never died. His shadow travels amongst his people but may not leave his body. Playing a noble has served him well, allowed him the resources to influence his world without... extensive damage. Even in his current state, he is powerful. He is ailing, though. It turns out the blood of the gods makes for powerful weaponry in this broken world. It wasn't something even Arthenokael could have predicted.

Perhaps it's time to shake things up a bit...

Perhaps...