Doom Scroller

Description

God of Catastrophes To Come and Third-Rank Secretary in the Forbidding Manse of Ivy, the Doom Scroller is a minor functionary assisting in the weaving of fate. It makes frequent appearances in many of the major convocations of the Bureau of Fate, recording the findings of Sidereal incident reports and coordinating treat assessments across project groups.

Appearance

The Doom Scroller appears as a stone mask floating above robes of prismatic silks, reflecting and refracting light around it in kaleidoscopes. Chains of meteoric iron encircle silk where its chest, waist, and skirts should be, lending illusion of a body within. From them hang scroll cases, each bearing a unique lock whose face is forged in the grim shape of terrible futures yet to pass.

History

The seven centuries since the Great Contagion have spelled demotion and humiliation for Doom Scroller. The stability of the Bronze vision offered few direction-shaking events and less reason for mortals to invoke its name in supplication. Desperate to salvage its divine portfolio, at first Doom Scroller commissioned expeditions into the Underworld and the Wyld to find new threats to menace humanity. Facing loss of prestige, Doom Scroller turned to conspiracy to craft new cataclysms of its own, bribing gods of pox to spread murderous diseases across nations or meddling with the early Realm to instigate financial crisis.

Over-extended and its wealth depleted, engaged in multiple conspiracies with celestial and terrestrial courts, Doom Scroller was brought before Heaven's censors by the Sidereal Exalted. Stripped of rank and position, the Sidereal prosecutors petitioned for an unheard punishment; one thousand years under the Icy Hand of Saturn.

Behavior

Subject to icy sanction, the Scroller is perfectly sublime in its dealings, if lax in its duties=. For centuries it could not enact any revenge upon the Chosen of Saturn beyond the most petty of bureaucratic triflings or sharply written memos. Flames of resentment guttered, and it shelved designs for revenge; to most younger Sidereals, the Scroller is a friendly asset helping manage lists of the greatest tasks assigned to their convocations.

But a new era is on the horizon. The Time of Tumult is at hand and the Scroller's desk is once more weighted with reports of looming threats. The Fivefold Fellowship is taxed by a hundred horrors yet to unfold, each meticulously chronicled within the engraved scroll cases chained to its robes, and ever fewer hands to confront the enemies of Creation. When last came time to reapply Saturn's sanction against corruption, Exa Darkmusk failed to appear. The Scroller has made little use of its newfound freedom thus far, only taking a short clandestine journey to visit its friend Blooming Infinities, long ago exiled to Creation.