Jesuvid, Drunken Lord of Madness
Titles: Drunken Lord of Madness
The Mad Hedon
The Indulgent of Dementia
Home: The Faded Palace
Domains: Chaos, Madness, Trickery,*
Subdomains:* Whimsy, Nightmare, Innuendo
Favored Weapon: Hammers/Gavels
Jesuvid most often appears as a middle-aged man with dark curling hair, dressed in tattered judges robes. His face is very non-specific, and those who have seen it often struggle afterwards to recount any specific details. The few who have remembered it afterwards have claimed that it shifted wildly between features, with green eyes and narrow lips one moment, black eyes and bushy brows the next, and so on. At his waist is often found The Gavel of Hysteria, a 2-headed, gold plated, silver filligreed warhammer with a rutilated green quartz pommel stone. It is rummored that before his fall to madness, the pommel stone was pure, though there is no way to confirm this.
Jesus was not always the lord of debauchery and madness. In the ages before written history, he was actually the patron deity of lawfullness and purity. For countless aeons he existed as such, until the fateful day when he chose to incarnate in the mortal realms, with the hopes of bringing order to the chaotic mortals.
Needless to say, he failed. The 400 years he spent relentlessly trying to tame humanity from within was not entirely without effect, however, as the fruitless endeavor and the madness of the mortal realm drove him quite insane. By the time his mortal form died and he returned to his realm in Elysium, he had gone from a proud, powerful god of order to a cackling madman, as likely to turn you into a plum as to invite you to dinner (which would likely be composed entirely of those for whom he chose the first option).
His realm was once a golden palace within Elysium, with vast grounds and gardens through which those who had devoted their lives to the law wandered freely, debating the finer points of mortal justice and the cases they had worked in their mortal lives. After Jesus’ fall, however, the palace has faded to iron and copper, rusted beyond comprehension yet still standing. The grounds have become overgrown with twisting brambles which insnare the souls of those who strayed too far down the path of insanity before meeting their ends. The once clear skies above the palace are now clouded by a dense lightning storm, a result of the slow but steady movement of his realm out of Elysium and into Maelstrom. Within the next several millenia, it will likely fall completely into Maelstrom.
Jesuvid has no ‘conventional’ worshipers or priests. His worshipers, whether they are aware of it or not, are the drunkard, passed out in front of his half-full 10th pint, or the fat queen, sitting at her feast table. His priests are those who have fallen fully to maddness. Those who listen to the crazed speech of these ‘priests’ long enough will soon see the underlying patterns within the madness, but by this point it is often far too late, and the maddness will already have taken root in their own minds.