Sgurn was a 10 year old child at the time of his ascension. When his village was invaded, the god Chriuk offered magic to the boy/ When Sgurn refused to return the spark magic, he retained not just the magic but a spark of divinity as well. A god of undeath and community, Sgurn’s undead horde are the mindless dead of his village Aryona. Sgurn is often angered by runaways, considering such behavior an act of disrespect to people who have no family to run from. He refuses to give blessings to such children. Naive and quick to anger, Sgurn is often given offerings of sweets or burnt fur, and his followers are always wary of giving new or unique offerings.
Dark Eda of of the Ascension of Sgurn
In the human village of Aryona, Tarik, Grand Warlord of the Bloodclaw Pack, drew the warhammer from his belt. With a bloodcurdling roar, he and his werewolf brood fell amongst the villagers.
Lightning ripping from the sky and fire from the ground. Blood ran in rivers as swords clashed, fangs crunched, and magic tore the villages to pieces.
As the sounds of battle rang, Tarik’s warrior’s surrounded the village, cutting off civilian escape. “By my order, send them to the Ground Man!” Tarik’s order’s rang through the village, and the carnage intensified.
A sharp cry split through the air, and a young boy, in the center of the village, fell to his knees.
“My friends, my parents, everyone I love is dead! Who now can I turn to? You have left me with no one!”
And Chriuk, the Ground Man, The Graveyard Keeper, Watcher of the Dirt, did hear the boy’s cry.
“My child,” the low drone of the Ground Man’s voice reverberated through the battle, “the earth is not yet turned on your friends, your family. This is my price: Give unto me the souls of Tarik and his brood, who have defiled my name, and I shall give you the power to deliver them to me.”
With the bargain struck, the boy Sgurn thrust his fist into the air, and his rage did then coat the battlefield in flame. The corpses of Aryona rose up from the ground and turn upon the invaders.
The undead, their soulless eyes fixed upon the enemy, did turn the tide of battle. Tarik and the Bloodclaw Pack fell that day, and when their blood burned the earth, Sgurn spoke to the Graveyard Man.
“These people are not your’s Chriuk. This village is under my protection. I shall turn Tarik and his brood to your earth, but you shall not have my family.”
And from his defiance, Sgurn did then ascend. As divinity filled the boy, Chriuk said unto Sgurn,
“Then this shall be our balance. You may have dominion over the unburied, and I shall retain dominion over those who rest. But know this, you may not touch those who are mine. I have given you power, and so too can I take it away.”
And with that, Sgurn did bury Tarik and his pack, sending their souls to Chriuk and sealing the bargain of his ascension.
In the human village of Aryona, Tarik, Grand Warlord of the Bloodclaw Pack, drew the warhammer from his belt. With a bloodcurdling roar, he and his werewolf brood fell amongst the villagers.
Lightning ripping from the sky and fire from the ground. Blood ran in rivers as swords clashed, fangs crunched, and magic tore the villages to pieces.
As the sounds of battle rang, Tarik’s warrior’s surrounded the village, cutting off civilian escape. “By my order, send them to the Ground Man!” Tarik’s order’s rang through the village, and the carnage intensified.
A sharp cry split through the air, and a young boy, in the center of the village, fell to his knees.
“My friends, my parents, everyone I love is dead! Who now can I turn to? You have left me with no one!”
And Chriuk, the Ground Man, The Graveyard Keeper, Watcher of the Dirt, did hear the boy’s cry.
“My child,” the low drone of the Ground Man’s voice reverberated through the battle, “the earth is not yet turned on your friends, your family. This is my price: Give unto me the souls of Tarik and his brood, who have defiled my name, and I shall give you the power to deliver them to me.”
With the bargain struck, the boy Sgurn thrust his fist into the air, and his rage did then coat the battlefield in flame. The corpses of Aryona rose up from the ground and turn upon the invaders.
The undead, their soulless eyes fixed upon the enemy, did turn the tide of battle. Tarik and the Bloodclaw Pack fell that day, and when their blood burned the earth, Sgurn spoke to the Graveyard Man.
“These people are not your’s Chriuk. This village is under my protection. I shall turn Tarik and his brood to your earth, but you shall not have my family.”
And from his defiance, Sgurn did then ascend. As divinity filled the boy, Chriuk said unto Sgurn,
“Then this shall be our balance. You may have dominion over the unburied, and I shall retain dominion over those who rest. But know this, you may not touch those who are mine. I have given you power, and so too can I take it away.”
And with that, Sgurn did bury Tarik and his pack, sending their souls to Chriuk and sealing the bargain of his ascension.
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Alignment
Chaotic Good |
Pronunciation
SIHG-oowrn |
Adjective
Sgurnite |
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Titles
Keeper of the Unturned Dead Child of the Risen Village |
Portfolio
War, Unnecessary violence, Tragedy, Civilian Casualties |
Worshipers
Barbarians, Necromancers, War orphaned youths |
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Domains
Community, Destruction, Fire, Death, Void |
Subdomains
Arson, Family, Isolation, Rage, Undead |
Favored Weapon
Dolls, Followers of Sgurn treat dolls and stuffed animals as Light Flails |
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Symbol
A fiery skeletal hand emerging from broken earth |
Sacred Animal
Hyena |
Sacred Colors
Red and Black |
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Like all gods, Sgurn grants boons to his worshipers. Find them here:
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