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Throlt the Sun-Lord

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The Lost God of the Sun, known both for the bountiful crops his mercy brings forth and the terrible destruction his wrath can unleash upon the mortal world.

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Lost God; power over the sun. Nemesis of the Sun Dragon. Still worshipped. Very fickle.

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