The Heresiarch

The Heresiarch
"'We called upon the Heresiarch, who sailed the stars / who protected the dead / who cared for Man'"
Origin	From-Stone
Titles	The Veiled Captain, The Drowned God, Oblivion
Names	None. No more, at least.
Aspects
Date of arrival	Death is the void before life.
Owner(s)	A fallen god

Once upon a time, before the Boatman, before the Cattleskull - There was a Wild God of death, who sailed the winds on his airship, taking with him the lost souls of the fallen to the depths of what we now call the Frontier, their resting place.

He reigned over mortals for many aeons, laughing at the folly of their actions, the pointlessness of their exploits. He was the gatekeeper of their ending, their coda, and what we now call the Afterlife.

That is, until the Boatman dethroned him.

Now he roams the earth, reduced to little more than an undying worm, crying tears which wound the earth and scorch the sky, dragging his scorpion-tail through the same world that mortals roam, meddling in their affairs to pass the time - Unable to meet his end, anymore.

Description

History

The Heresiarch was the first god of Death, the first Ferryman, the first hoarder of souls. He was a proud captain of his airship, the Lunarian. He guided the lost souls of mortals to their place in the Frontier, after their bodies fell apart, and kept a few to himself as well.

During the Breach, he was usurped by The Boatman, who took his Rune, Raidho, and drowned him in the River. He later emerged lost in his mind, his uniform reduced to tatters, and with little divinity to his name. He now wanders the city as an "Almost-Hour", hiding his sorrows under many layers of Ravelling Tree-sap and memory-dust.

Appearance

The Heresiarch appears as a somewhat physically effeminate young man, with braided, spiky black hair and pale, scarred skin. His eyes match the current colour of the moon. His legs are insect-like, and his most prominent features are his double-tails, resembling that of a fattail scorpion, which constantly drip venom, and his spider-like fangs, which poke out of his lips. He also has a halo resembling the rings of Saturn, made out of thousands of miniscule semi-transparent ice shards.

Before he became the Drowned God, he used to wear the proud blue uniform of a captain, jewelled with many medals, a crescent-moon pin and collar, with Japanese-inspired kimono-like sleeves and gold accents.

Principles

Death and the afterlife.

Worship

Cult

The Template is worshipped by some strange folks called The Fansus.

Mark

1. Temptation: Phrase: I've begun to comprehend the Template's ways.
2. Dedication: Phrase: I shall follow the Template's ways.
3. Ascension: Phrase: Agh my eyes.
4. Ascension: Phrase: Ugh my bones.
5. Ascension: Phrase: Gah my legs.
6. Ascension: Phrase: But it's gonna be worth it.
7. Ending: I have proved myself, and now I teach new hours how to bake cookies.

Servants

The Old Geezer

The Old Geezer

'"Get off my lawn!"'

12

12

12

Summon one of the Name-emanations of the Template

The Old Man of the Template is coming. The fat old fellow can't bare to even look at you. Every hair on his body rises at the mention of lawns.

Is this truly the best the Template has to offer?

5

10

2

Locations

The Mansus

The Template Temple

The Template spends lots of its free time here.

The Histories

The year was 285124 and the template did a thing that was important.

Items

Tools

• The Old Geezer's Shovel
  • Aspects: 12 12

Ingredients

• The Template's Brain Juice
  • Aspects: 1 1

Influences

• A Chill in the Hair (Don't get too greedy with these. Stick to one or two max)
  • Aspect: 71

Books

• The book of cookie recipes
  • Description: It's an old book, okay? A dusty old tome? Made out of cookie batter somehow.
  • Start Text: This is the tale of the skeleton warriors.
  • End Text: The skeleton warriors theme song refuses to leave your mind.
  • Gives: Stuff goes here. Usually lore. Sometimes languages. Sometimes things get really weird. Feel free to get creative.

Rites

• Making of the Hours
  • Description: Ancient ritual conceived by the spooky boys of Uh-Shekel.
  • Requires: Rites are the more unique bits of Cultist Simulator. They may require tools, objects, lores, living beings, and so on. Some of the items used for the rite may be destroyed, and proper aspects are needed. Do specify all the details!
  • Gives: Glorious boons. From summoning to spawning items to other beneficial effects.