The tired old god mockingly called Captain of the luck turner, he’s weakened from his apocalyptic rampage in 4thRD and is in his current state mainly just mopping about and obsessing over mapping out a path to Olympia now lost in sea and rubble.

He’s like a plaything for his ’crew’ tortured by Wester and forcibly turned very pink by Imedius While being painfully stitched back together by Amy. Soter tries to help him out where she can but he’s stuck in the belief that he deserves it and is doing nothing to ward off the vultures.

The only rule he has is that there is to be no killing as they’re already so few.