Vipblumb, Old Heart

Vipblumb was the first mortal to ascend to godhood. He is the god of life, peace, and harmony with nature. His temples resemble ample gardens that combine whimsey with methodical care. Never one to fret over the details his interactions with the mortal races show him to be largely ignorant of the troubles of the world. Frequently healing all those in sight, listening to anyone, and spreading carefree joy his clerics walk the world with no plan but keeping an open heart.

His most frequent aspect is that of an old halfling with a limp leaning on a branch of the tree of knowledge, stolen on his behalf by Trachemys from Kazuliva during the Dark Millennium

He was born a halfling small even by their standards. He was a monk sworn to hurt none and to protect all. Seeing the chaos that Vonkeros wrought upon the world he challenged the god to a fight to the death and in the same breath swore not to hurt him. After 1,000 nights Vonkeros capitulated in rapturous ecstasy after the impressive display of Viplumb dodging, parrying, and disarming Vonkeros with ease and without stop.

As a god he serves to counter Vonkeros, and limit the damage that the latter causes. At the onset of the Dark Millennium he was wounded and no longer can fight as he once could. Without his perfected grace, he no longer can go without hurting someone when attempting to subdue them and accepts that his followers do not have the luxury of pacifism as he did. His injury made him kinder and less disciplined, he now looks over the world as a caring grandfather apt to spoil mortals in his presence, revive the dead, and listen without judgement caring not for rules.

"Don't hurt other people on purpose, well unless there are going to do something really bad. Well try not hurting others. I mean sometimes you need to though. Tell you what if you hurt them too bad I can sort it out and it'll be fine. Just don't tell the others. But don't lie either... Unless you have to. Count on me it'll be fine that's what matters I guess"