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Silvius
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Greater Aspect:
The Satyr God / The Harper,
Aspect of: The Greater God - Jar'Dior. |
| Symbol:
Wine filled Golden Goblet/ Circlet of olive leaves.
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Race:
Satyr (Fae)
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| Gemstone:
Citrine |
| Alignment:
CG
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| Worshipers:
Bards, artists, sorcerers, gamblers, pranksters, and Harpers.
Clerical Alignments: CG, CN and NG.
(click here for information on the church of Silvius)
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| Portfolio:
Art, Literature, Music and
Fairplay.
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| Favored
Weapon:
Dual wielded matching rapiers
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Dogma:
It is true that Silvius loves wine, women and song, though many also forget that he has a strong sense of justice. Good natured pranks and rough-housing are favored pastimes, but deeds done with intent to harm will find that all the energy spent on lazy pastimes will become quite formidable if the Harpers are called.
Generosity is also very important to Silvius. In as much as one lives to enjoy life, they should also try to expand the enjoyment others have for life.
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Description:
Silvius is a fae known as a satyr. He looks like a halfelven male from the pelvis up and his legs are a lot like a billy goats. He has a pair of goat-like horns just inside his hairline of light brown hair and eyes so clear and blue that it is said no female can resist them.
His smile is ever present, as is his golden goblet of wine that seems to never be empty.
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Lore:
There came a time for Jar'dior to select his third Aspect and he struggled over the options. Just as the other two gods watch the one making the choice, Fan'taween and Mal'oi both kept an awareness of his effort. While the other Gods held no say in his selection, it would serve no good cause to create unneeded friction.
Calling up a chair of saplings, Mal'oi took a seat next to Jar'dior as he looked into the pool before them. A flash of annoyance crossed Jar'dior's face. He does not like to be crowded and the younger God seemed to delight in getting comfortable inside his space.
"You need to relax old man. Your all duty and valor and sacrifice. Don't you ever have any fun?"
"You say that as if they are not virtues, as if such qualities hold one back. As for fun, there is plenty of time for fun once peace is assured."
"Sure, sure.... Fun, after peace. That should make the mortals happy. They live for what? 100 years give or take? Not long, but long enough to enjoy a few laughs don't you think?"
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Jar'dior was already tired of the little upstart, even more tired that he was right so often. He took a new look at Sharamones and his Knight, realizing that they did lack something; they lacked a zest for life.
His purpose now fueled with new insight, soon his focus centered on a gathering of dwarves who were singing a hardy song with an unusual guest: a fae with animalistic features. Despite the usual dwarven hesitation to associate with 'fancy' people, there seemed to be a bond between them and this satyr.
Over a few months, the irreverent little fae journeyed far and wide, bringing song, joy and entertainment everywhere he traveled while also encouraging generosity and kindness.
Though the smile on Mal'oi's face, as he was again too close, caused him a touch of hesitation, a glance into the heart of Silvius told Jar'dior that the gifted bard was a perfect choice.
The first thing Silvius did with his new found power was make himself a wine goblet that would never empty. The second thing he did was go looking for Arokasha for a romp in some barn.
It seems three spectacular things in one day was pressing his luck, but two worked just fine. Besides, he has a long time to woo the beautiful dancer and no intention to waste a single day.
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