Drawn upon a pale cyan disc are eight twisting arrows. Some swirl around so
as to curl over themselves and others, some bend sharply but are otherwise rigid, some wiggle, and finally all eight end up starting at a central
point and end up pointing in eight cardinal directions.From 'The Book of Vember', opening verse: "Through entropy, all things tend towards chaos and lack of order. This is a given, not a theory. Vember is the entropy of the mind, but she insists that everyone else is even more nuts, and quietly resists giving in to the total insanity of the world around her."
Her followers range from the seemingly intelligent who are bothered by what they see of society to the outrageous loudmouths, and everything in between. She has rained corn upon the masses, both pelting them annoyingly and providing food to the needy. She laughs with the giddy and snarls with the peevish. Her personality runs hot and cold, as if she prides herself in unpredictability.
Vember has a rich history in the mud. Her followers claim she has brushed the creator's hair, baked turkey with the god of legend, given birth to the god of thieves, and baked Green-Dragon-shaped-pancakes for the gods of nature, the night, and destruction - but the significance of these events seem to be known only to her loyal followers.
