Rhad Amanthine The Deprived
“The Rhadamanthine anger is fleeting, but its favor lasts a lifetime”
The Rhadamanthine anger is a fleeting, tempestuous force - but its favor lasts a lifetime. With each blow of its scythe, it lays waste to all before it, leaving death and destruction in its wake. But those who earn the favor of this dark god are granted power and strength beyond measure, their enemies cowering in fear at their shadowed forms.
Through conquest and bloodshed, the followers of Rhadamanthine rise to power, leaving nothing but ash and ruin in their wake. They are feared across the land for their ruthless brutality, their depraved minds driven by an unquenchable thirst for blood and vengeance. But even as they conquer their enemies, they know that Rhadamanthine's wrath is fleeting - his favor will one day fade, perhaps along with everything they have ever known or loved.
“Will the dust praise him? Will it proclaim his faithfulness?”
Yet still they fight on - knowing that even in death they will be eternally rewarded by the dark god who has bestowed such gifts upon them. They know that his curse will last forevermore, long after all flesh has turned to dust - and so long as his burning gaze rests upon them, no foe shall stand against them unchallenged. For in the end, even the most powerful foes can be brought down by a single strike from Rhadamanthine's scythe: a scythe forged from unquenchable fury, wielded with terrible wrath and vengeance unmatched by any other blade.
