Frigus the Black

Titles
Great Father

Black Shadow

Domain
War

Grave

Artifacts
Inkemba

Mythos
From the Filius/Patri Cycle one of the secret texts kept by the temples of Frigus:

Frigus stood on the wall of the city overlooking the battle. He wore his traditional black leather breastplate and pteruges and could feel the prayers and curses offered up in his name from both sides as they died on the grass beneath him. He largely ignored them as he always did, preferring to save his intervention to those who truly devoted their lives to the sword. His wife always choose to take the curses and oaths done in her name seriously, but he saw no point in honoring flippant requests from weak men.

His focus was so tight on the battle that only through his razor sharpe senses did he detect movement behind him. He did not turn, even as he heard a sword being drawn. From the sound and length of the hiss he knew it to be the long sword Glimmer, and even though it was a formidable blade, he would never fear any sword in the hand of his son.

Aes eventually spoke and addressed him. " Stop this father."

Frigus still did not turn from the slaughter, admiring a brilliant flanking manuever executed by a low ranking officer on one side. Perhaps there were humans on this field who did deserve his attention.

"I do not force these men to fight. I do not answer all their prayer, but neither do I stoke their anger and hatred to one another," he said flatly. " They will fight regardless of our intervention, and all men must return to your mother eventually."

He could feel Aes's lip curl as the growl came. His son had never seen the truth of the world, even when confronted with it in his many travels among the races of the world. Aes remained stubborn in his belief that each life could serve a much greater purpose.

"You may not care for these people, but someone must." Frigus heard the sword slam back into it's sheath and felt the fabric of reality stir as his son vanished. He turned to the spot where his son had stood and let out a long sigh. After centuries of debate he could not make his son see the compassion that came with letting men resolve their own difference. Still Frigus let a small trickle of his power leave the top of the wall. The blessing would surround the young lieutenant on the field and his men, and would turn the tide of battle in their favor.

Frigus continued to stare at where his son disappeared. Than with a flourish of his own cape he left the battle to finish without anymore intervention on his part."The Court of Dragons"