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Artwork by DaveAllsop
Domain(s): War
Symbols: Colorful Feathers, Racks of Spears, Shining Scales
Followers: Javali, War Generals, Soldiers
Other Names: The Unbreaking Conflict, The Tribal Fight

"Cahiltzur is a being of unbridled commitment to the art of war, power and domination. With nothing but the scales upon his back, and spear in hand... he inspires virtuous battle yet longevity in life to even the most underprepared of us all." - Um'pluk Vibrant-fang


Cahiltzur has influence over the wars which spread across the entirity of Gaia, often his cries and drums can be heard over the honorable battles of the Olden and New World alike.


Cahiltzur has an intensive and divine amount of strength, able to do what most other diefic beings are capable of in terms of tests involving sheer hand to hand combat. However, what he makes up for in strength and durability, he lacks in magical prowess. Cahiltzur harbors a distate for avid Truthseekers whom allow their bodies to go to waste- often considering people such as Glubokiy and Ciallmhar cowardly. However, it is often a rumor amongst the Deep Dwarves that the real reasoning for Cahiltzur's distate is due to Glubokiy tricking Cahiltzur in battle via arcane magics, causing the Wartorn scaled fellow to lose. This rumor is denied by Cahiltzur, and Gnomes who spread this rumor are considered blasphemous to Javali.


Cahiltzur has been known to occasionally grant boons to those whom worship him in battle, however these are very rarely permanent. Rather than give his followers the answer to all solutions, he prides himself upon watching the grit which they must preserve through within battle. Nonetheless, the most widespread of his artifacts come within the feathers which adorn his armor. Colorful Hentra feathers, once blessed by him are said to lead whomever is granted such to a battle which they could reasonably overcome. It is said that by completing even the most harsh of challenges given by these feathers is the first step to becoming one of his Champions.


Cahiltzur is one of the most common gods the Javali people worship, with it being the god of war, and power. It often takes the form of those who most worship it, thus by almost all accounts being to be a Lizardfolk with bright feathers adorning it, like a feathered dinosaur. He cares for nothing other than his tribute, no title other than godhood, and certainly no master. An encounter with him can quickly devolve into that of a brutal deathmatch if one offends his might and absolute divinity.

When the new world was still untouched by the hands of man, and when the Javali were still in their cultural infancy, they knew not of such power before. They were nothing but hunters in a vast jungle, not offering sacrifice, not offering anything to Cahiltzur. Though quickly they realized the error of their ways, for Cahiltzur was a vengeful god. He came down upon those who trespassed on his land, he slaughtered all those who challenged them and gave them ultimatum. Worship, or extermination. The choice, if there was any at all, was clear. Quickly the Javali race began to offer the best cuts of the hunt to Cahiltzur, and when conflicts were fought and prisoners were taken, they too were offered to him, their hearts and blood spilt across sprawling temples dedicated to his name.

Though as time went on, the tenets of Cahiltzur were slowly transformed, with honour being intertwined with war, with courage and bravery incorporated into Cahiltzur’s mandated slaughter. For the great feathered god did not want the blood of those who could not fight, he rejected all offerings made of feeble beings, of chickens and children, of cattle and lambs. The god wanted the blood of warriors, the strongest creatures the Javali could find. And so it was. Instead of the women and children, they took the surviving warriors of battle and offered them to the power-hungry god, the blood fed to him making him stronger, giving him more appetite than before. Though he did give the Javali gifts. He taught them the ways of toolmaking, of using stronger stones, harder shafts of wood to create more efficient killing tools. He gave the Javali thicker scales to fight longer and to gain more strength before their inevitable fall, before their consumption by him.

Today, the Javali continue their worship as they had for thousands of years before, erecting temples, statues, dousing them in the blood of the strong to give more to the god that has bestowed upon them the boons of conflict. Wars are waged, blood is spilt, and Cahiltzur grows ever stronger, ever more hungry, hungry for more war.