Melchior

Melchior, God of Madness and Inspiration, is terribly obnoxious both to the other New Gods and nearly everyone else. He has embraced his domain to a nearly Old Godian degree, acting with the sort of madness one expects from a mythic character. The extent to which this is an act is unclear. Certainly real madmen do not usually giggle and present riddles to everyone they meet, yet surely if he could Melchior would have stopped by now if he could, as he has driven away all but the most devout of his followers. Melchior supposedly lives alone on the North Pole, testing the mental quickness of all who stumble across his abode and punishing those who fail with crippling mental distress, the real kind in this case. Followers of Melchior include the insane, who he occasionally cures or worsens according to his whims, actors, writers and other creative types who wish for a dose of his blessing, and followers of a particular cult centered around the worship of Melchior and his grease-painted musical prophets. The sigil of Melchior is an eye, struck through by a crude blade.

Beliefs
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Rituals, Priesthood and Temples
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Influence
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Myths
Coming soon. Enough of these for now its nearly game time.