Pitchfork Lord, God of Furious Mobs

Made an agreement with Zan that he would help incite the mortals of Whitewall to riot in order to throw off their oppressors.

Has a four-armed clerk god who likes to draw tigers (poorly), and many thugs.

“His skin is dull red, and he has long white hair with a prodigious widow’s peak and moustache. He bulges with muscle, wearing essentially a silk tank top.” In his office, “a small bowl of Chiaroscuro peppers sits on the desk, opposite a spear with what looks like a steel axe-head on the end, easily as tall or taller than [Zan].”


Taking the Helm SataiDelenn