Abyssion

Abyssion's presence can be felt anywhere that the power of the ocean is present. His skin carries the cool colors of the ocean's depths, and his eyes hold the relentless fury of a storm. His horns and the ridges along his body are reminiscent of the jagged edges of coral reefs, and his laugh rumbles like the tides against the cliffs.

As the son of Nephelleth, Abyssion's birth was a phenomenon that shook the foundations of the pantheon. When he rose from the Abyssal Throne, the sea life heralded his coming, and the waves bowed to his command. He is the embodiment of the ocean's dual nature: nurturing yet destructive, calm yet tempestuous.

Abyssion is revered by those who live by the sea's bounty and respect its dangers. Sailors, warriors, and sea creatures alike follow him, drawn by his strength and his unyielding spirit. His temples are built on craggy shores and hidden beneath the waves, places where the sea's roar is loudest. The mariners seek his favor for safe voyages, while warriors invoke his name for strength in battle.

Legend tells of the Battle of the Leviathans, which was not merely a skirmish between colossal beings; it was a pivotal chapter in the history of Gigornia, a saga of survival, courage, and the unbridled wildness of nature itself. Abyssion, upon hearing the first calls of distress as the Leviathans rose from the darkest trenches, felt a resonance within his soul. These creatures were part of the sea's heart, yet their wrath posed a cataclysmic threat to the balance his mother, Nephelleth, had so carefully nurtured.

As Abyssion donned his armor, each piece a masterpiece of abyssal craft, he invoked his birthright as a call to arms. Sea giants, merfolk, and even the elusive krakens heeded his command. The ocean's denizens, often so fiercely independent, united under his banner, for the call of the Tideborne Warlord was as compelling as the pull of the tides themselves.

The battle took place deep beneath the ocean waves, a place where light seldom reached. The Leviathans, each a force of nature personified, clashed with the army of giants in a dance of fury and power. The sea boiled and churned, waves rose like mountains only to collapse into abyssal valleys, and the sound of the confrontation echoed to the farthest shores of Gigornia. Abyssion fought not just with strength but with fury itself. He parried with strategy, turned anger into respect, and met force with an unwavering command. It was this blend of martial prowess and deep wisdom that turned the tide. As the final, mightiest Leviathan bowed its colossal head in acquiescence to Abyssion's dominance, the sea fell silent in acknowledgment of the new pact: the Leviathans would henceforth serve as guardians of the depths, allies to the giants.

The Festival of Tides is not just a celebration but a renewal of the vows taken on that fateful day. It is a festival imbued with the salt of the sea and the spirit of kinship, where the roiling passion of the ocean is honored through song, dance, and the clash of waves. The statues of Abyssion that adorn the coastal temples are draped with the ocean’s bounty, and the sea giants perform the Dance of the Deep, a reenactment of the battle’s ebb and flow. As dusk falls and the tides reach their peak, the giants and their allies cast offerings into the depths—tokens of respect to the Leviathans below and to the enduring bond between the realms of land and sea, sealed by Abyssion's strength and wisdom.