Glutton Island

The private domain of a generally benevolent culinary God who is an aspect of the Gluttony demon the Gnolls and Ogres worship but generally more positive.

## History

Early Northmen and Khenomeric records describe this region as a grim, barren windswept place where the soil is too thin to support anything other than a few stunted pines and shrubs, the waters are strangely devoid of fish, and the plentiful exposed rock free of any useful materials. Not even the fey lived here. And yet, it quickly gained a dark reputation among explorers, even by the standards of the north coast, which is full of dark places.

Explorers frequently disappeared, and those who did survive often mentioned feelings of being watched, or feeling strange, unnatural hungers.

Eventually it became public knowledge that the island was in some way sacred to the Glutton God. The stories disagree on how long ago the Glutton dimension was created, with many stories stating how individuals from this or that nation or group were instrumental in the creation of the dimension.

## Government

The Glutton dimension of Glutton Island has rudimentary governments made up of competing religious cults to the Glutton God.

## Economy

The Glutton dimension of Glutton Island has an economy of sorts, with the inhabitants of different regions trading food so that they can maintain something resembling a balanced diet without having to travel far distances.

There is little reason to visit the real world version of the Island, but some do so anyways. Most are religious pilgrims, but there have been some instances of refugee ships visiting the island to try and get into the Glutton dimension.

## Foreign Relations

Glutton Island has few interactions with the outside world. To those who try to visit it, it is simply a desolate waste land. But by luck, misfortune, or design, some people do find their way from the mortal world to the demi-plane that is tethered to reality at this island.

Once on the island, it is said to be slightly easier to travel to other demi-planes and dimensions, like those tethered to Volcano Island, and the Islands of Nes and Fitt. According to the stories, portals between various divine and demonic realms periodically open for the purposes of raiding and other interactions. The realms of the Action God, Volcano God, and Glutton God are said to be particularly fond of raiding each other.

## Geography

To those who visit the island in this dimension, it seems a desolate place. Much of it is bare rock, and where there is soil, it is too thin to support anything other than scrub pines and hearty shrubs. There are also semi-dormant volcanoes, some hot springs, sulfur lakes, and a few salt marshes. The weather is cold and damp, and fierce coastal storms batter it frequently.

To those who visit the Gluttony God’s realm, it is an impossible place where each region is dominated by a different sort of food. Due to the distance between different types of foods, inhabitants need to move between areas to ensure some semblance of a balanced diet, though most lack the willpower to do this, and rely on trade, or just become unnaturally fat (unless they spend too much time in areas of salad or spices).

## The Gluttony God

The God of Gluttony (often considered to be in fact a demon lord), is a strange entity whose followers range from harmless cooks to vicious cannibals. Some explain this difference by claiming there is a Culinary God separate from the Glutton God, but this viewpoint is usually dismissed as naïve or deliberately misleading. A few small pockets of individuals worship him as the Culinary God though.

The Glutton God’s human followers are tolerated in some nations as long as they behave themselves, but in other nations are treated like demon worshippers.

In the Glutton dimension of Glutton Island, most individuals are followers of the Glutton God, but worship in many different ways.

There are competing stories of the Glutton God’s origins. Some say he is an ascended mortal, while others say he is one of the seven senior demon lords.

According to legend, the Gluttony god used to be a mortal that was both a powerful magician and a world-renowned cook whose home used to be the Glutton Island, but on the day he became a god alongside his rival, the god-king of the kingdom of the Nes and Fitt, its island changed into a land of milk, honey, and nearly every other foodstuff that exists. Not long after their ascent to godhood, both gods agreed to not make war with each other, lest the world be destroyed. However, that did not mean that they couldn't mess with each other.

They abducted many other mortals similar to themselves to build up their retinue, and would occasionally abduct mortals from each other, but they both agreed that they would not abduct or mess with the Island of the volcano god, not because there was an actual volcano god, but because they both agreed that island would be neutral territory.

One thing to acknowledge is that the gluttony demon that the Gnolls and Ogres worship is technically the same person as the Gluttony God, just a slightly different aspect of them. The Gluttony god, like their rival, looks and acts like a different person depending on who is looking, but the majority of the time they appear as an incredibly obese blob of fat with characteristics of the onlooker's preferred sex.

## Inhabitants

The island in the real world is uninhabited save for the occasional group of pilgrims, refugees, or shipwrecked sailors. Even the fey hardy enough to live there seem to feel it is best avoided.

Most of the inhabitants of the Glutton God’s dimension are humans, but individuals of all races are present. This is seen as strange by some as ogres and gnolls are more prominent among the Glutton God’s followers, but perhaps the Glutton God has a separate realm or two for his more violent and predatory followers.

Those who have spent enough time on the island inevitably become vastly overweight, yet remain alive for long after they would have succumbed to health issues in the real world.

It is unclear what selection criteria the Glutton God uses to allow individuals into the alternate dimension. Some are devotees, others are the lost and starving from around the world, and others seem to have entered via unseen gates by accident.

The few inhabitants of the Gluttony Island contain former mortals of nearly every race, but they are all extremely fat and gluttonous, and appear to be much more attractive than they were in their mortal lives. Some of the inhabitants were abducted from the Kingdom of the Nes and Fitt and were forcibly converted from muscular and statuesque to obese and gluttonous. Occasionally people with enough money will buy small ships and sail onto the island intentionally, but often they are starving refugees escaping from war-torn countries.

## Military

The Glutton Islands aren’t particularly dangerous in the traditional sense in either dimension. In the real world it is simply barren and empty, where a shipwrecked sailor could die of exposure or hunger but little else. However, those who visit the island sometimes disappear without a trace, giving it a haunted reputation, though it is now widely rumored that such missing individuals had simply stumbled upon a gate to the Glutton dimension.

Meanwhile, the Glutton God’s dimension has a pleasant climate, and no monsters or predators. The main risk is that one simply eats themselves to death. However, a few monsters are said to guard the portals most frequently used to enter the realm in case troublemakers and unwanted guests try to sneak in. Occasionally the Glutton dimension is also raided by individuals from other dimensions like the Island of the Volcano God.

Some of the inhabitants have organized themselves into brotherhoods and sisterhoods that try to maintain control of particularly valuable types of food, though their weapons are primitive. They also sometimes raid other dimensions for more followers or specialized servants.

## The odd Journey of Ilya Antonya Zapalovidakuvna to the Lands of the Gods

*"Finally I managed to leave this pit-stop of a divine realm to get to food island. By any measures I should have left Igor (name of Muneyek) behind, but he grew on me and and I grew on him too. Guess that happens if we only had each other for a year.*

*From the old chronicles of the survivors of this island, it traps one with it's abundance. Each of the sub-realms is abundant in food, but food that lacks certain things. To keep one's flesh from deteriorating one needs to constantly move from realm to realm.*

*Landing in the north, were grand mountains of cheese. Igor seemed rather bothered by those as it made him feel inadequate I think, but hey the kiddo picked up how to make his blood into golden magma from the volcano cultists so while there was much cheese he was the only one producing grilled cheese. On a sad not though he had learned to defend his crotch. (rewrite too, honed his martial arts skills beyond my expectations).*

*Each time it rained here it would rain sour milk filling the area with a nasty stench, but growing the mountains a bit. There were no animals in the mountains, but there were planty of plants, normal ones. Possibly invasive brought over from the mainland. Mostly resilient pest plants, the same kind of plant can grow out of cheese as out of very barren soil. Nothing useful was identified.*

*The humans of this moved around by bounding between the mountains of-off the stretchy cheese. Their round bodies allowing them to bounce between the sharp peaks. They provided the balance to the sour milk rains and kept the mountains from growing infinitely.*

*Waste products such as feces, piss and even whole corpses would quickly sink into the island preserving it's 'purity'.*

*If a corps were laid on the ground no matter the 'soil' be it chocolate, pudding, rock candy or cheese it would instantly turn into something akin to quicksand swallowing it and no amount of digging would bring it back.*

*After bribing a local with some grilled cheese we would be shown the path island. We are the follow the whistling sound and then follow the wind trough the whistling caves. Going south at the border of the Gruyero peaks would be the whistling mountains. Mountains of cheese with grand holes and tunnels in them. The holes did not seem dug rather as if there were giant air bubbles in the mountains. Some of the cave systems were partially flooded by liquid cheese a worthwhile exchange for the waterfalls they would form while flowing trough. After a while our path would diverge from cheese-flow and the caves would become more overgrown the salads growing in the calves slightly silencing the incessant whistling coming from the wind passing trough.*

*We had arrived to the Salad glade, a place on food island which allows one to live long and healthily, but slowly turns one into a living skeleton as there was no gram of protein as far as the eye could reach.*

*This place could as such be considered a spot to mitigate the effects of the overabundance of fat and sugars found elsewheare. It is a place in many ways abbandoned by the god of food, for it is not the kind of food he likes.*

*From here I would travel to the pepper steppe. Pepper is here abundant as sand and no men live here. I had to make a simple mask to traverse this land and it would still be only possible in the rare hours with no wind due to the burning in my eyes. Among the pepper steppes paprikas would grow among them most desired would be the black blood parika. Said to be so spicy it kills instantly whether tasted or applied via cut. Great caravans would trudge their way trough the pepper looking for the black paprika for it was the only true 'weapon' of the land. Said caravans would pick up other spices as well for trade in other parts of the island.*

*The monks of the Salad Glade and the Klein-Könige of the Sausage Forrests long vied over the control of the pepper and paprika.*

*Going down to the Sausage tree forest we find men with big pot bellies, but also much muscle. They would pride themselves in their strength, but drown themselves in beer and stuff themselves with sausages. A jolly, but harsh lot. They managed to establish the most civilized realm in these parts vaguely united by the Hoch-König.*"