Fortuvius

Fortuvius, the Fickle Sovereign, is the god of luck, fortune, and divine chance. He presides over the spinning wheels of fate—not by design, but by instinct, impulse, and a glint in his cosmic eye. Where some gods plan and plot, Fortuvius simply tosses the dice... and delights in whatever comes next.

Depicted as a rakish figure in ever-changing attire—sometimes a noble in gilded silks, other times a gambler with a crooked grin—Fortuvius is never the same from one vision to the next. He wears luck like a cloak, shedding it and donning new colors at whim. His eyes often shimmer with opposing hues: one filled with promise, the other with catastrophe.

His realm, the Palace of Possibilities, is an impossible place that constantly reconfigures itself. Its halls shift between banquet and battlefield, courtroom and casino, with no warning. Some rooms lead to treasure, others to trials, and some to both. The palace’s doors are said to appear to mortals at the most pivotal—or absurd—moments of their lives.

Fortuvius delights in unpredictability, and thus his followers span a wide spectrum: gamblers, adventurers, rogues, desperate nobles, wandering minstrels, and anyone who believes a coin flip can change the world. His clergy don’t preach doctrine—they roll with it. Most rituals involve games of chance, where success means divine favor and failure… is just part of the fun.

While Fortuvius is not malevolent, his blessings are notoriously unstable. A gift from him may save a city—or set fire to its treasury just to see how things play out. He often grants boons or curses based on hunches no mortal could understand. He is a divine storm of coin flips and butterfly effects, uninterested in fairness but obsessed with motion.

Fortuvius rarely forms alliances with other gods, as none can reliably predict which side he’ll take in a conflict—least of all himself. He is known to be amused by Faylin, whom he considers a kindred spirit, and actively frustrates gods of rigid law, such as Valerius.

Miracles attributed to Fortuvius are wildly inconsistent: a prisoner escapes execution due to a guard’s hiccup, a kingdom is founded because a map was printed upside-down, or a champion wins a duel after tripping into victory. His rare direct interventions are often masked as coincidence—until hindsight reveals the absurd genius of the outcome.