Vorandor, the Defiler

Greater Deity

Domains: Death


Cultural Names: Kael’Varneth in Nurathar, Nùxī in Shen-Su

Domain

Vorandor is imprisoned within the Gray Wastes, sealed in a domain known as the Rotted Tower. This realm lies in a land of entropy and despair, where no emotion endures and all things decay. Though banished, his influence seeps through desolate wilds and cursed forests, where rot flourishes and memory fades.

Creation and Divine Role

Vorandor was the second of the Triad to rise, formed from the corrupted remnants of Lymarel after her death. He emerged from the Shadowell as a force of entropy — the breakdown of vitality, the perversion of growth.

Where Yssarel nurturs life, Vorandor poisons it. He appears in disease, in blight, in the slow unraveling of the natural world. His was the first plague upon the land.

He once walked the world disguised as a healer, spreading sickness beneath the guise of mercy. His breath can turn bloom to rot, his hand twist medicine into venom.

Worship and Doctrine

Vorandor is revered by plague cults, blightcallers, and the hopeless. His faith spreads through necrotic fungi, whispered prayers in foul air, and shrines sculpted from carrion. His name is invoked not for protection, but to hasten ruin.

In Nurathar, he is feared as a festering wound. In Shen-Su, his name is included in funeral rites as a ward against corruption. His cults often pose as herbalists, midwives, or caretakers — masks worn until the sickness blooms.

Clerics of Vorandor choose the Death domain. They bring ruin through breath, water, and wound. They spread, and they linger.

Tenets:

• Life rots. Let it.

• Beauty is a lie told by the unspoiled.

• The end does not come with a cry — but with silence.

• Breathe deep. Let others sicken.

Echo of Creation — The Withered Grasp

Vorandor’s Echo is the Withered Grasp, a gauntlet of corroded sinew and bone fused with iron. Once worn, it cannot be removed. It grants the bearer power to sense the living, unravel their strength, and corrupt the world around them.

In its awakened state, it emanates an aura of weakening. Healing falters, vitality crumbles, and hope fades in its presence. It is not a relic of power — it is one of loss.

Divine Mark — The Blightmark

The Blightmark spreads like living mold across the skin, its filaments pulsing beneath the surface. It carries the scent of rot and attracts vermin and disease. The bearer emanates a subtle aura of decay.

When empowered, the Blightmark emits a cloud of spores and shadows that drain life and cut the strength of those nearby. Healing magic struggles to take hold. Even plants recoil.

Mythic Role in Eldareth

Vorandor embodies the chilling domains of decay, entropy, suffering, and blight. Where Malgathar brings swift destruction and Lessarith weaves deceit, Vorandor operates through stillness and insidious corruption. His method is not loud conflict, but a poisoned breath upon the wind, a contaminated spring in a hidden grove, or a healing salve inexplicably turned sour. His legacy is not sudden ruin; it is patient, pervasive unmaking.

His influence manifests through distinct forms of blight upon the world. One such manifestation is the Creeping Rot, an insidious corruption that reshaped vibrant forests into horrors and turns clean rivers into disease. This vast blight drove druids and countless creatures underground to escape its reach. Another manifestation was the Scab-Rot Plague, a devastating, unnatural illness that swept across vulnerable populations, causing rapid physical decay and suffering, defying conventional healing and divine intervention from other deities.

Vorandor spreads this unmaking not through loud conflict, but through stillness, his legacy patient and pervasive.

Sealed in the Gray Wastes, or wherever his fragmented prison lies, he remains distant but profoundly present. His will continues to gnaw at the fabric of existence from his imprisonment. His influence persists in every rotted field, every withered branch, every structure crumbling prematurely, every breath drawn where health should be but decay lingers, and every body afflicted by an unnatural illness.