Quisno

## Example

A regular looking skull, however there is a third eye with an iris at the top of the head.

## Alignment:

Lawful Neutral

Quisno has a strong belief that it is necessary for there to be structure and order to the way of life and death, as tainting this order would be defying what is true. Thus, she is steadfast in her resolve to uphold upon the natural cycle of life and death. Believing that by doing so there will be shown the true nature of all beings.

## Likes and Dislikes:

Likes: Rationality, Logicalness, Loyalty, Compliance, Humbleness, Good manners.

Dislikes: Manipulators, Betrayal, Greed, Deceit, the Prideful

## Tenets:

1. Do not lie, as all truths are as inevitable as death. Bring about the truth in others.
2. Bury the dead with dignity and respect, no matter who they are, so that their soul may find peace.
3. Death is the natural end to all life, thus do not hold pity for those that die.
4. When the time comes for your life to end, you must lay all your truths bair.
5. Should you find those who would even try to escape the natural end of death, you shall first seek to guide them to Quisno’s light, and then rid those who would still attempt to break free of death’s chains.

## Depictions/concepts:

Quisno is portrayed as an elf. She wears a skull headdress to represent death and her ribcage, which holds her core energy, is laid bare to show the truth of all things.

## Personality:

Quisno at times can be quite cold, however, she is fair and just. In addition, even though she can be stern at times, she is earnest, forthright and always means well to mortals. Though cold, she has a particular soft spot of course for her followers, who she may act even quite kind to at times, as she believes by following in her ways one is assisting with the natural passage of life and death, ensuring that all mortals reach their end and are guided peacefully into the afterlife. Quisno believes that death is a natural part of life. That it is not the end, merely a beginning. It is not bad, nor a punishment, but instead a necessity of life that must be fulfilled. She believes that there is no deceit in death, nothing chaotic, nothing concealed, only the truth.

## Stories:

Quisno, the Goddess of Death and Truth. Many believe that she is fair and just, and that she brings balance to the cycle of life, others believe that she is cruel as some have faced her wrath should they ever dare try to escape death or even be foolish enough to attempt to lie in her presence.

### The Guiding Light

For many of her devout, Quisno is viewed as a perhaps cold, but ultimately kind deity to her followers. One of the most popular stories amongst Quisno’s devout, was one told to invoke a sense of calm and peace towards the topic of death.

There was once an old woman, with long hair that reached down to her ankles and beautiful vibrant eyes that had intricate laugh lines around them from her years of laughter and life. People would say that she had such a  joyous personality. Just her walking into the room would shine a light on everyone's day, with her smile she would radiate a sense of absolute infectious delight that no one could escape from. However, unbeknownst to everyone around her, this cheerful demeanor of hers was merely a facade. In actuality, this woman held much bitterness in her heart, bitter and jealous of those around her that she believed were better. By the Gods she hated the woman who lived up her street, living in a much larger house with a husband and children, while she lived alone in a small, worn down cottage. She hated the men at the tavern, always so deafeningly loud after they’ve had some liquor. Gods she even hated the children who would run around the streets so carefree… She longed for the days where she was as untroubled as them.

So she lived her life, full of miserable contempt for those around her, but always playing face, making sure no one knew about the absolute bitterness in her heart. But she, like everyone else, eventually reached the end of her life. She passed alone and cold in her sleep, and left with many regrets at the end of her life.

She held onto this misery even in death, and it resulted her not being able to make it herself to the afterlife. She was… trapped in this limbo of sorts. The border between life and death… and she was lost. She could walk around her home, but she could not touch anything. She could see the people in her neighborhood, but they could not hear her no matter how loud she screamed. She could do nothing but wander and observe, and she absolutely despised it. She observed the world around her as it passed by. The woman did not feel ready for death, she thought that if only she had more time, perhaps she could have died with no regrets, and happy. But instead, she died alone and miserable, with many wishes in her mind that never came to fruition.

The woman stayed like that, for however long she did not know, time seemed to blend and merge together in a state like this. But to her it did not matter, she would not let go, she would not give in to the light everyday that was oh so tempting to creep closer to. Instead, she was steadfast in her resolve to stay, to maybe even return to the land of the living. Though after more of what she assumed decades had passed, she slowly realised later on how naive this notion was. However, despite it being naive, she held on.

At some point the woman noticed this serene voice call out to her, a voice that sounded like it came from everywhere, but nowhere at once. “There is no need to struggle now, my child, you will find peace. Follow the light.” The voice had said, in a way that not even the world’s worst pessimists could even find a hint of malice in that tone. And with her voice shown a bright light flutter in the distance. No matter, the woman was not naive, she knew what following this light would mean, “The light? Who are you? Do you think I’m daft, I know that means I die.” The woman heard no response to that, all she felt was a warmth and sense of calm flow through her, for the first time in… what she could assume was decades. “There is nothing to fear.” The voice called out again, almost ethereal in nature. The woman was still apprehensive, but felt just the slightest sense that maybe she should trust this voice.

Some time passed after that, the leaves in the world changed and fell, though this time the woman did not feel as alone, as disconnected as she once did. She felt like there was someone watching over her in this limbo state she was in. So for just one day, for a moment, she placed down her stubbornness and reached out a hand towards this blinding light. To her surprise, she felt absolutely no pain, but there was warmth. Not the kind one feels on a stuffy summer’s day, but the kind such as that causes your heart to settle and mind to rest, that of the feeling of light sunshine on skin after a cold brutal winter, a feeling of… true serenity. Surprised and shocked by this pleasant feeling, she reeled her hand back and stepped away from the light.

“Fear not my child, as you will find peace.” The voice called out again, seemingly from every direction. This time however, the woman grew frustrated, “How do you know that I will find peace! I don’t even know who you are, and you don’t even know me!” The woman thought she was going crazy, hearing this damn voice in her head. Little did she know she was talking to a Goddess, “I do know you, I know that you have lived a life full of lies. Never showing your true face to anyone but yourself. But know that in the light, you will be free from that life, that life or tiresome deceit, soon you will be true and at peace.”

The old woman thought for sure she was going absolutely crazy, but she couldn’t help but find comfort in these words.  She laughed, finally done with life as she walked closer to the light, “My Gods, who even are you? Am I going crazy? Ha!” She felt the strongest sense of ease wash through her as she got closer, and closer.

“I am Quisno.” Was the last thing she heard before being enveloped in a vibrant, welcoming light.