Icnodian
Icnodian sees himself as the Restorer of Iscoryn. His church and priests pride themselves on being the bringers of healing and relief to the people within. He is even known for healing anyone, regardless of affiliation to other Gods or even those who are considered "evil" by societal standards.
God History
- Icnodian was among those individuals that had a better way of manipulating the Divine realm, an ability to draw forth more power than others who could touch the realm. This innate adeptum into the Divine realm allowed him to save countless lives over the cycles of the constant wars of power and realms that finds its self on Iscoryn. There were others that were of the same and if not greater power that Icnodian and to each of these, had a following of (humans?) that saw them in a different way and chose to spread their word and power to others, to show them a leader and someone worth their praise. Icnodian was not one to think he deserved this praise or followers but regardless what he said to them, they continued to follow, to praise and worship. Icnodian could not deny that having these followers filled his heart with pride and joy, for when he spoke to them, he shared his wisdom to awaiting ears. He eventually saw that his words did have weight with these people and they truly believed as he did. Love and Healing are what will make Iscoryn whole, everyone will always need help, at one time or another, they will need that hand that is reaching down to them, pulling them out of whatever place has grasped them tight. Cycles have gone by and still more follow Icnodian, more come to him due to his disciples and what they are doing across Iscoryn in the name of Icnodian. Countless wars and battles have raged across the land from one sect or another thinking to assert unnecessary dominance and his followers have been there to heal both sides, to bring those other followers back from the waiting hands of the realm of Death. There is always a cycle and Icnodian understands that this cycle depends on death and birth, a flow of time and events that are inevitable now matter how hard we try. But, if there is something that the power he has a right to, the power that all have a right to, can close that door to death and bring them back to the land of living, then you use all that magic you can to save as many as you can in that instant. Life is precious and there will come a time that all life will be challenged and its in that moment that we have to be together as one. Each life is worth more than their grievous actions, redemptions is a road that Icnodian fully believes in and will offer any who come in search of it. There are others that rival the strength of power, followers, beliefs that aligned with the Divine realm as he is and some of them see Icnodian as the weakest among them. The "Lanritore" (Other words the council of 12) these are those that we now come to know as Adepts of the Divine realm. There are other such councils or chosen factions within each realm, the delegators of their regions if you will. In which, depsite there are others that are weaker in the power than Icnodian, he sits at the last spot on the council, put there by others who can not only manipulate the Realm with great ease, but other beings of the same power it seems. Icnodian does not mind, in fact takes it with a slight bow of his head and small satisfied smile on his face. Always calm, even in the face of all those that belittle, berate, cast down, scar; love will always be the one thing that fills Icnodians mind and soul. There is no other way, for there is no other need for any other way, other than love. There were whispers among the reasons that the Lanritore was summoned, rumors containing yet "another" war or that other Adepts from the other realms were planning this and or that. Icnodian was here out of duty for the seat that he held and in hopes of just learning more information in regards to what the other 11 were doing in their areas, what mayhem that some wanted to bring, so Icnodian knew were to send his disciples yet again, to clean the mess of whatever greed driven disaster was going to happen next. Icnodian makes sure that his followers understand that when they follow him, that they will never receive orders that go against their principles. If there is an order given, that Icnodian himself would follow. There will be no corruption amongst those that follow me, only the truth and understand that Love is for all, Healing is for all, Life is for all.
- Another Lanritore, another standstill amongst the Adepts, with a small chuckle to himself and a departing bow Icnodian leaves the council to find his most loyal and devout follower, Aku, he was one of the first people Icnodian ever saved with his new found connection to the Divine realm. Many, many cycles ago, Icnodian was called to a battle that was suppose to be an attack on the Divine Realm itself and when he finally crested the hill to see the devastating battlefield that lay before him, Icnodian fell to his knees with tears streaming down his face and a feeling in the very core of his being of pure sadness, mixed with a rage that Icnodian had never known, where his battle cry was heard across the battlefield, across the lands and could be heard by reinforcements from both armies that were colliding. While those that arrived with Icnodian ran down the hill into the fray, only to leave him the last one on the hill, once the wail of pain was heard, the battle stopped for just an instant as all had to cover their eyes from the brilliant light that shot forth from Icnodian to fill the entire battlefield and bath it in a glowing golden light. All watched as the sky started raining pure drops of golden light and to all those on the battelfields amazement, they watched as those that they had just cut down and those of their fallen companions, start to stir and move and their wounds healed before your very eyes. Icnodians cry seemed to last for hours, yet it was moments and when the cry finally died down, the rains stopped and so did the war. Collapsed and drained, alone on the hill, Icnodian woke a short time later to one Man, holding him with a smile on his face and tears streaming down his cheeks. "Thank you, whomever you are thank you. Because of you and whatever just happened here, you saved my entire family, community from leaving this plane. You saved us from having to fight many we knew due to orders and you saved us from having to carry more guilt than we all carry now. You saved us all here today. I Aku vow that you will never have to be alone heading towards the dangers in this realm. I vow to spread your message here today so others can see that war is not the answer. Healing is the answer." Aku has been by Icnodians side from that day forth, regardless of multiple attempts by Icnodian, Aku has never broken his vow after all these cycles. Oh how he has been the main driving reason to continue this path Icnodian started that day on a hill, surveying a battlefield of death, loss, fear and void of love in all forms.
Locations
His churches are throughout Iscoryn, from the grand Cathedral of Illumination in the Vel'Aneesian city of Discourt in the Karnand Kingdom, to the smallest of shrines in homes of farmers and travelers.
Every temple to the Lord of Light is consecrated against undead and depending on it's size can even stop undead divinity
Dogma
"By the Herald's Hand" is a common phrase used by the people of Iscoryn when praying or needing his help in a matter.