|Pantheon God (current era)|
|Morpheus, god of dreams|
|Holy weapon||the Sandstorm|
|Events||Halloween, St Patrick's Day, Christmas and New Year|
beyond any known reality and shape a single moment into legend. On the edge of sunset, hidden within the blue-gray hues of the coming night, dwell the realms of twilight. A place where dreams become realities and reality is nothing but a dream. Within this quiet nothingness, nestled just on this side of starlight, the realm of dreams exists, safely tucked between the never was and the evermores.
"King Sleep was father of a thousand sons, indeed a tribe - and of them all, the one, he chose was Morpheus, who had such skill, in miming any human form at will."
Morpheus is expert in counterfeiting human and human-like forms, and is able to take the form of anyone - down to their clothing, mannerisms, knowing what phrases they use and speaking using their voice.
He is responsible for shaping dreams, or giving shape to the beings which inhabit dreams.
Paintings and descriptions of him from followers and piests typically show him dressed in black, an ancient dream catcher slung around his neck. From his back protrude a set of dark leathery wings. Occasionally he is shown in his residence - a dark, silent cave deep underground, his ebony bed surrounded entirely by poppy plants.
Any who happen to find his realm soon find themselves falling into a deep and peaceful sleep. But while Morpheus is limited to just dreams, he often guides and helps the mortals of the world using them. Sometimes he is even able to appear directly, by allowing followers to dream while awake.
People seeking to follow the ways of Morpheus need only find and follow his
steed, a fiery nightmare.