Eid

<--The Many
==Sin God of Sloth==
Why do so many mortals rush through life, it is a temporary thing, let it take îts time. Leisure, loll, relax. Muscles decay, let them rest. In every quest give only the smallest effort required to reach one's goals. But, of course, first consider if those goals are even necessary, do not fear to relinquish their burden. Let your shoulders free of all of their weight.
His sigl is the spider, the slug, and the gargoyle. Depression is inevitable, let Eid's whispers take hold. The Indolent God's faithful are innumerable. He walks on many legs and reaches with many arms, his hair is unkempt and his skin is rough. The trail of his sloth silk binds mortals to apathy. Stay still, and let your Ordly body decay.
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"There is no force in this world worth working towards. No reward is enough. The words I write here are of my very few. I will write this once: everything is for naught. When approached with life: simply do not. Death will come. But we do not seek either; we wait as void."
- a tattered note found by a Librarian, drifting through the wind 
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((Excerpt written by Bacon_Bits))