God of Lost Souls - Artmus

To those lost, those thrown away and those forgotten

"Forgotten by his older twin siblings, Artar and Adita, Artmus took what divine power he had left and walked the lands always just on the edge of sight, searching for his place in the world.

He witnessed joy, of children playing and of friends laughing, but no smile crossed his lips.

He witnessed rage, of wars waged and brothers killed, but his empathy extended no hand.

He witnessed love, of parents looking to their new-born child and of partners looking into one another’s eyes, but his heart skipped no beats.

He wondered, lost, for what could well have been an eternity until one day he stumbled upon loss, and his eyes filled up with tears.”

Born to Divinity

Created by the Primordial Death, Artmus was made as a bridge between the mortal realm and those of the afterlives, picking up those who are lost wondering in the ethereal plane unable to move on. The very nature of Artmus’ power made him all at once a wonder and a tragedy, bound to be like those he was made to save… Forgotten.

Unlike his vengeful siblings, Artmus did not blame his Primordial parent for not giving him more power or paying him enough attention. He felt comfort in his role, with a growing empathy for all living things on Sesmi’s back. He understood them. He cared for them. He loved them. When the three divines, Artar, Adita and Flux made the decision to lash out against the Primordials, scarring Sesmi’s back in what is now known as the Great Dividing, Artmus was furious. So many souls were lost in the damage that was delt, he could not carry them all no matter how hard he tried. Under the weight of this burden and in light of his siblings betrayal to their creators, Artmus lashed out at Adita who had led the three in their plan, throwing much of his divine power at her and losing it in the process. But Adita had grown too strong, and Artmus’ attempt was all for naught. Yet in this burst of power, another mirical was made. Those he could not carry who were lost in the Great Dividing became something else, something more. And thus the Skair were born, brought back from their wayward slumber into the lands of the Great Divide. Now Artmus’ only true worshipers, the only ones who have not forgotten him, they give him enough power to continue to do his divine duty, but he lost what he treasured the most. He lost the ability to walk amongst mortals, banished only to be known to the dead, and forever forgotten in the minds of all those he once loved.