The Pantheon

Styx
Xyza
Rungekutta
Riallus
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Joja
Fizzfaldt
Krazar


Aityhrein
Fastolph
Kaleb


Arzosah
Nyrisia
Shamutanti


Tiltan
Rellion


Ashanti


Glod
Tziensarith
Jeriath
Istrovir

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Areas of Influence: Destruction of Childlike Innocence Symbol: A Twig Alignment: Good Race: Book

Little is known for certain about Fizzfaldt. He is a living and talking book,
whether he breathes or not I am unable to tell. Even though he is merely one and a half feet tall and weighs no more than two pounds, it is a wonder that his six inch wingspan can keep him in the air. Routinely he crashes into the ground, yet it appears to be his lack of grace, not the lack of lifting power.

Here are the results of an attempt at an interview with the strange being.
Always having been a book, he claims to have hatched from an egg in New Thalos. Though I have sworn accounts of those who claim to have heard of him for centuries, he claims to be only three years old. It took us one and a half
hours to get to that count, as he kept getting stuck after counting to one.
Every time I was able to get him to reach two, he would bounce around, exclaim with great pride about a hat, twig, or rock he had just found.
I made the mistake of mumbling about having to deal with an insane book,
which cost me another two hours explaining to him who told me that he was
a book, totally oblivious to everything around him. When I thought we might
actually get somewhere, he started clinging to my leg, ranting incessantly
about squids trying to eat him, yet we were not near any body of water.
Even after all this, I cannot find a single barkeep whom is willing to sell
hard liquor.

I could have been a blacksmith like my father. I should have listened to my
mother and become a healer for a small town. No...I had to become a historian. Think of all the interesting people I will meet, all the future elves who will marvel at my work. Wait...these bars like me, they all seem interested
in my studies and travels. The bed and the mirror are plotting against me...The towel and all the ants are on my side...the war begins tomorrow!

-Chistelle Eaory, Former Historian of New Thalos
(Forwarded from the Arkham Asylum)