Dabi - The Star of Slaughter Whispered only in shadows and written only in the darkest of tomes was the legend of Bane's daughter, Ghania, the being held beyond the touch of Death within the flesh of her Dark Father, which brought about his transformation from Bane to Zynor, the Union of Blood. And all but forgotten were the tales of her birth, betrayal, and death, murdered by the birthing of her children, slain by the curse her brother bore and forced upon her. And all but lost was the world on the day when the moon became red and the ground wept blood, and the Cultists of Zynor gathered in ritual to awaken their Lord and bring about the end of all creation. Whether it was fate or the error of the cultists or the intervention of the Gods themselves, few know, but on that day, in Zynor's attempt to loose himself from his centuries-old sleep, something went awry. The power of the Blood Cult was broken along with the fabled blood orb and His daughter was awakened. As Bane had once preserved her in half- life and become Zynor, now Ghania claimed her Father's spirit, power, and place for Her own - to became Dabi, the Star of Slaughter, the Goddess of Hate. The followers of Dabi seek Her touch out for as many different reasons as there are followers, but they are all united by the darkest of hearts and souls full of Hatred. Her priesthood in civilized areas generally takes the form of a loosely organized matriarchy, although welcoming of both men and women as both priests and lay members. Its teachings are of the power of tapping the deepest, blackest core of Hatred, transcending mere anger or disgust, and drawing strength through the destruction of its object. In wilder areas She is also venerated by certain tribes of the Northern Wastes as a Goddess of Rage, and invoked before entering combat. Berserking fighters are held in special honor in such tribes, as their battlerages are seen as a posession by the Goddess Herself, and an unmistakable sign of Her favor. Wherever Her worship takes place, in whatever form it takes, one always finds in its wake the shedding of blood, the destruction of life and light, and the smoke of burned sacrifices as She completes the work, in Her own way, that Her father began.