Vonkeros, Stormblood

Vonkeros is the god of strife, storms, blood, adaptation, and war. He thrives in conflict, finds glory in perseverance, and revels in adversity. He abhors defeat and believes that a champion accept all challenges. His worshippers are often Paladins, War Clerics, Blood Hunters, and Tempest Clerics. In war, it is not uncommon that he will change sides should he feel that either is getting an unwarranted advantage from his support. Loathing of disease he will heal the sick, he will bestow riches so a young knight might procure a mighty steed, and he will rile up a peasant village to repel a group of invaders. Uncaring of rules or reason he only seeks that challengers pitch themselves against odds thought impossible.

During the Dark Millennium, Vonkeros joined Anvelga on her quest to liberate the Drow and Duergar.

The magic that adapts warriors in Woorfel to be better able to hunt creatures whose blood they are exposed to is tied to Vonkeros. He resembles a cross between Aasimar, Yuan Ti, and Tiefling all of which he considers his children. Many revere Vonkeros for his willingness to join good causes while others venerate his quest for triumph in all forms.

"Listen well my raging horde, while I revel in your pitched fervor I hold dear the devious strategist and the noble champion with no lack of respect. I have bent the knee but twice, once to Anvelga so I might join her glorious war to reclaim her soldiers in the Abyss- a necessity to procure the most prized opportunity to test my mettle against the forces below. And once more, to a halfling who challenged me a battle to the death but in the same breath swore not to harm me in any way. He was bold, and clever. For 1,000 nights he evaded every attack, deflected every blow, and saved me from the slightest fall along the way. 'A pacifist!? You bend knee to a pacifist!?' you spit? I wept on the dawn of that final day, for I had seen nothing so bold, so daring, so brash, and so unyieldingly strong as the resolve of that one little one. I cry when I think of the glory of that one halfling, Vipblumb who I made a god for his triumph. I cry again when I think of his limp for his martial grace served as constant inspiration. Never underestimate and never disrespect your opponent. Soured triumph turns my ire and I will accept no victory turned foul by mockery. Fight with fury, with composure, with anger, and compassion fight in all ways and new ones."