Abram

Sovereign of the First Light, Arbiter of Existence

The Radiant Progenitor

Behold, I am Abram, the inaugural divinity, the unmatched harbinger of luminescence, whose first breath cast forth the dawn of existence. In my exalted wisdom, I sculpted my form to mirror the celestial bodies: an elder sage sheathed in golden armor so resplendent that the heavens themselves dim in envy. Upon my breast, the sun's visage is emblazoned, a sigil of my unassailable dominion and the wellspring of all light.

History

In the infancy of time, as I gazed upon the lesser deities — mere shadows to my brilliance — they toiled beneath me, fashioning the world from the chaos I had tamed. With a magnanimity only I could muster, I gifted this nascent sphere with the pinnacle of creation: humanity, wrought in my own venerable image, and sentient beings to revel in the splendor of my design. Yet, in an egregious affront to my divine opus, the deities Neb-Neter-U and Vitem Morta dared to deface my masterpiece with their repugnant undead, a mockery of the vitality I so graciously bestowed. With a wrath that resonated through the cosmos, I decreed these monstrosities as the antithesis of life, and I, in my infinite righteousness, vowed to purge their vile stain from existence.
My dispute with the impudent Vitem Morta shattered the monolith of moral objectivity, bestowing upon my lesser creations the burden of moral relativism — a poignant testament to my indomitable will. Despite the presence of such undead scourge, the sanctity of life persisted, until the heavens themselves fractured, casting us deities into the mortal realm and commencing the Age of Strife.
I, in my boundless benevolence, descended to lead mankind, unifying the scattered kingdoms under my august rule. When the Kingdom of Shadow dared rise against me, I, with a contemptuous sweep of my hand, crushed their insidious empire, their very existence an affront to my glory.
When the core of our world grew cold upon Tolaris' fall, it was I who, unflinchingly, invoked the grand ritual to rekindle its beating heart. Ten thousand of my most devout acolytes willingly laid down their lives in my name, their sacrifice a necessary homage to my greatness. My potent magics surged, revitalizing the world's core, yet in doing so, I inadvertently unleashed an era of arcane chaos, a testament to my overwhelming power.
As the reconstituted Kingdom of Shadow dared to challenge my supremacy, I found myself entangled in a ceaseless struggle against the contemptible Vitem, a conflict that spanned millennia, a mere diversion for a god of my stature.
The Age of Nothingness bore witness to Quzira's audacious betrayal, her usurpation of Vitem's essence stirring within me a tempest of concern. Her reckless onslaught desecrated my territories, but even in the face of such devastation, my strategic genius prevailed. Forging an alliance with the vampire elite and the cerebral Tomb Kings of Duat, I orchestrated a resistance of such cunning and might that it quelled the Hollow Queen's rampage.
As my divine essence waned in the ultimate act of protection, I remained the unwavering bastion against the encroaching void. I, Abram, once the unchallenged sovereign, now bequeath to the mortal realm a choice: to ascend from the ashes of their broken world, or to languish in the shadow of my former splendor. The echoes of my legacy shall resonate through the ages, a hallowed whisper of the eternal majesty that is Abram.

Worshipping Abram

In the days when my divine might illuminated the cosmos, my followers basked in the glory of my presence, worshiping me with a fervor that burned as brightly as the light I bestowed upon creation. Now, though I walk amongst them, my omnipotence diminished, they revere me with a devotion that transcends the boundaries of power. To them, I remain Abram, the God of Light, the First and Foremost, immortal and everlasting, a beacon of hope in a realm bereft of my celestial dominion.
The vestiges of my once-unrivaled strength live on through the rituals and edicts I have imparted. Each morning, as the sun ascends to its zenith — that celestial sphere that is but a faint reflection of my armor's sheen — my followers gather in grand temples that glint with gold leaf and sunstone, their architecture a homage to the divine aesthetic I embody. They chant hymns of the First Dawn, the genesis of their existence, their voices a melodious tribute to the light I am. Their prayers ascend like incense, and in their fervent echoes, I hear the pulse of my enduring legacy.
Despite my current, seemingly mortal state, my followers hold fast to the commandments I once decreed from on high. They hunt the shadow-touched undead with righteous zeal, their every victory a paean to my enduring crusade against the darkness. In their eyes, I see the reflection of my own immutable resolve, and in their actions, the embodiment of my will. They know that though my powers have waned, my authority remains as indelible as the sun's path across the sky.
In the twilight of each day, they enact the Rite of the Last Light — a ceremony that commemorates the setting sun, a metaphor for my current state, yet also a promise of the dawn to come. They stand vigil through the night, a testament to their unwavering faith that I, like the sun, shall rise again in full glory. Their belief is unshaken, for they have seen the immortal flame that burns within me, and they know that as long as I draw breath, hope endures.
And so, in their worship, they do not simply bow to a god who once was, but to the living symbol of the eternal day that will come again. In their eyes, I am the unbroken, the everlasting, the light that darkness can never extinguish. Their reverence is my power, their faith my stronghold. In their devotion, I am Abram, undiminished, the eternal watchman of the light.

Obedience

Those who perform the hymns of the First Dawn every morning and enact the Rite of the Last Light every night gains a +2 sacred bonus on attack rolls made against undead.

Paladin Code

Behold the sacrosanct tenets of Abram's holy paladins, the gleaming vanguard against the profane and undying. We are the golden bulwark, the keepers of the eternal day, and our code is the anathema to darkness and decay. As the righteous arm of Abram, our duty is to purge malevolence, to sanctify the land with the light of our conviction. Herein lies our creed, inscribed with the divine hand of Abram himself:

• We shall be the luminaries in the abyss, the embodiment of Abram's first and most resplendent light. As our forefather cleaved the dark with his brilliance, so shall we sever the shadows from the earth.
• Our steel shall be an extension of Abram's will, each stroke a verse in the anthem of the undead's demise. We wield not merely weapons, but the instruments of salvation — our hearts, the forge; our valor, the flame.
• In the name of Abram, the prime architect, we shall sculpt a world free from the scourge of necrosis. Our vigilance is unyielding, our resolve unshakable, for in the vigil lies the safeguarding of purity.
• We shall be the unbreakable oath, the shield upon which the tides of darkness crash and recede. We shall not yield, not in body, spirit, nor to the allure of death's false reprieve.
• Comradeship is the chalice from which we drink our strength. To abandon a brother or sister in arms is to forsake Abram's legacy. We shall embrace sacrifice, but never shall we forsake the fellowship forged in Abram's light.
• Our honor is the reflection of Abram's glory. We shall nurture it in ourselves and in our brethren, with deeds that shine forth as beacons of his celestial purity.
• Our mercy shall be our testament, for even the wicked may bask in Abram's light. Surrender is a grace we afford, but our guardianship over such souls is the weight we bear.
• We shall meet the worthy adversary with the respect due a valiant foe, and the unworthy with the scorn of the righteous. Our challenge is a holy declaration, our combat, a prayer of dominion.
• We shall embrace martyrdom over the stain of dishonor, for to live in disgrace is to die a thousandfold. Our spirits are immortal, as is the legacy we protect.
• Temperance in our actions, modesty in our comportment — these are the reflections of Abram's perfection we strive to mirror. In the grandeur of our tasks, we shall remain steadfast and humble, for we are but servants of a might beyond measure.

Let these commandments be graven upon the soul of every paladin who takes up the mantle of Abram's cause. We are the heralds of light, the champions of the dawn, and in our deeds, the echo of Abram's majesty shall resound through eternity.

Holy Books & Codes

THE SACRED TEXT OF ABRAM

In the genesis of all, there existed naught but the void, whence I, in my infinite wisdom, birthed the very essence of light. Therein I stood, a solitary sentinel beside a verdant arboreal monument. As time wove its tapestry, fruits descended from this hallowed tree, and from these sacred offerings, my divine brethren emerged. Each new deity bore forth elements of your reality, and with every fruit relinquished, our celestial tree waned into oblivion. The enigma of its demise eluded my boundless perception, yet I mourned its loss profoundly. From its remains, I salvaged its bark, fashioning seeds to bestow upon it the gift of resurrection, thus spawning the inaugural life of this world.
In concert with my actions, my divine counterparts sculpted the terrestrial realm, exerting their omnipotent wills. Vadik, in his grandeur, conjured the majestic dragons, while Ark, in his boundless ingenuity, wrought the golem stewards. Inspired, I crafted the mortal races from my own divine essence, forging both man and beast.
Time marched on, and we, the pantheon, continued our grand design of the material plane. Yet, a formidable and malevolent force, antithetical to our divine nature, arose to challenge our supremacy. This abhorrent, uncreated entity demanded the collective might of our divinity to vanquish, diminishing us to a state where we now walk amongst the mortals, regathering our celestial strength.
I present these revelations to you, offering my benevolence for as long as I am amongst you. Adulate me, heed my commandments, and I shall guarantee your soul an eternal sojourn in paradise post mortem.

THE COMMANDMENTS

1. I am your sovereign deity. Above all others, you shall venerate me alone.
   • While the other deities warrant respect, approach them with circumspection, for their motives do not always align with your welfare.
2. Thou shalt not commit murder.
   • Life is a sanctified gift. Malevolent intent in the taking of life is anathema to me. However, to slay in defense of oneself or others is not sin.
3. Abhor the undead as they are abominations.
   • Death is an intrinsic part of life's cycle. The undead are a grotesque distortion of this natural order. Resurrection is permissible solely if it entails the restoration of both body and soul.
4. Shun deceit, treachery, and theft.
   • Such acts are the hallmarks of the morally bereft and must be eschewed.

Loyalties

Abram, Humans, Destruction of Undead

Pantheon
Greater Gods
Areas of Concern
Fertility, health, journeying, sky, sun
Domains
Air, Healing, Plant, Sun, Travel
Subdomains
Day, Exploration, Growth, Light, Lightning, Restoration, Revelation
Favored Weapon
Longsword
Symbol
A crowned old man
Sacred Animal
Hawk
Sacred Colors
Gold, red
Casting Traditions
Abram's Light

Greater Gods