Preta

God of Trickery and Greed

Dawn Walker

### Place of birth

Born from the growl of Dawn Walker's stomach after slaughtering and eating an entire town, its greed was unmatched, it laughed as it spat small bones from its teeth, setting its sights on the next town over. The Wendigo's greed transcended mortal capacity, and so Preta evolved.

## Pre-Cadere

### Gahlig 'Dawn Walker' Naratham

The young goliath always strived to be a great hunter like his father. Constantly begging with an enthusiasm on a child could muster. His father always said no, stating that "Gahlig was too young to join the hunting party, if he wanted to help the tribe he could go foraging with his mother."

The Dawn Walker tribe splits responsibility evenly between the group. Whatever an individual is best at, that is what they do. The strongest go hunting, the quickest and quietest are the scouts, and everyone else goes foraging on a rota. The children help out the foraging groups to learn animal behaviour in a safe context.

One day, Gahlig was sick of being told that he wasn't old enough to join the hunting group; so when he went out foraging with his mother he broke away from the group. He had spotted some tracks in the ground and gotten excited at the prospect of a hunt. Armed with just a small dagger designed for cutting foliage and digging up roots, he set off following the tracks he found.

He was so engrossed in following the tracks Gahlig didn't realise he had wandered into unfamiliar area. Eventually he came to to realise that he was incredibly lost. Tall pine trees towered above him, the upper branches had a slight dusting of snow. He could no longer find the tracks he was following, and evening was quickly closing in. The sky was ablaze with colour as the sun sank below the horizon. The temperature dropped quickly. Gahlig looked around trying to keep himself calm. He spotted some twigs and branches on the ground, they seemed pretty dry. He collected them and built himself a little fire. He hoped his tribe would be able to see the smoke and find him before nightfall. but until Gahlig took shelter in a small alcove amongst the roots of a tree, he tucked himself into a small ball beneath a pine tree. Eventually he fell asleep.

When he awoke there was a cold dampness in the air, his tiny fire had long since gone out. The morning frost had dampened any remaining wood so it no longer made viable firewood. Tentatively Gahlig crawled out from his little nook and went in search for some breakfast. He managed to find some blackberries which could tie him over for now. Surely it wouldn't be long before his tribe found him, he couldn't have wandered that far.

A few days passed and he was no closer to being found. He was terribly dehydrated and slowly starving. He had picked the blackberry bush clean, and hadn't found a water source. At this point he hardly had the strength to move. He was on the brink of life and death. In the distance he heard some horns sound. The horns of his tribe. They were mourning a loss and moving on. If his body had the water to spare he would have cried. He wanted to scream that he was right there, why couldn't they find him? He was still alive. They couldn't just give up!

The sound of the horns grew more and more distant, Gahlig shuddered, whether it was from hopelessness or the cold he didn't know. All he could think about was how he wanted everything that he was being denied. He wanted warmth, and food, and water, and his parents. However in his final hours that despair and longing turned into a deep bitterness and want for everything. Everything that he was ever denied. If his father had taught him how to hunt perhaps he would have survived on his own.

As the world faded to black Gahlig could have sworn someone was approaching him. He let out his last breath as the stranger settled a decrepit skull of a stag over his head.

### The Dawn Walker

--Gahlig is a wendigo now, eats his creator --

## Post-Cadere

### Followers

-He whispers to troubled kids, encouraging to act out against their parents. He grooms them into perfect followers, twisting their morals and sense of self. WOOOO CULT-

-Many followers of Laogzed switched faith to Preta as the teachings were similar.