| Other Names | The Searcher |
| Status | Demigod |
| Area Of Control | The sea, sailing, adventure |
| Ethos | |
| Pantheon | Borrellian |
| Worshipers | Mostly young borrellian males |
| Appearance | A young, handsome borrellian male with long, stark white hair and bronzed skin. He wears a suit of finely crafted mail covered in large white dragon scales. He usually has the jaw of a shark slung at his belt and an ice hammer in his hand. |
| Symbol | A frothy sea wave. A borrellian long ship. |
Zarakus is a young and handsome god with a long shock of white hair that trails down to his waist. He wears armor fashioned from leather and white dragon scales. He fights with a huge weapon of ice which morphs itself into whatever weapon he desires, most commonly a spear or hammer. Zarakus is the patron deity of mariners and all those borrellians who make a living from the sea. Zarakus himself is said to sail the great Crystal Deep year round in a huge long ship called the Ice Dragon. The crew of this ship is made up of the honored dead taken from the ranks of those who worshipped him. Zarakus is wild in many respects. He battles with other gods for amusement, toys with mortals and seeks out danger. He is a carouser, a womanizer (said to bed a different mortal women every night).
Zarakus is said to be the son of Bren'Tarr and a mortal borrellian woman. Angered by her husband's infidelity, Vurenga abducted Zarakus when he was a young boy and left him on an island deep at sea. He grew to adulthood alone on that island in the midst of the great western sea, known to the borrellians as the Vast Water. He was raised with only the crabs, the kelp and the crashing waves as his companions and though he learned to love the sea and learned from them all, he longed to see the world. And so, he travelled his small island in search of the strongest trees. One by one, he cut them down, using the jaw of a shark, and drug them to the beach that was his home. There he built a large ship, complete with rudder, cabin and mast. But when he had finished it, he had nothing with which to fashion a sail. He searched all over the island, but nothing would do. He tried sewing the leaves of plants together, but the merciless wind would always tear them to shreds. They would not serve his purpose. He tried weaving a large sail from the fibers of the grass beneath his feet, but this sail kept coming unraveled and after a year of work, he had only a small patch. And so, in despair, he went to go sit on the great rock that overlooked the beach, a place he often went to gaze out upon the endless horizon and ponder what lay beyond his sight. As he sat and gazed, he saw a small white speck against the azure sky. He watched as the speck grew large. As it approached, he saw the beating of wings, a long serpentine tail and a great reptilian head. The great dragon, Canterix, looked down from the sky and saw the mortal standing on the beach unafraid. This angered Canterix who lived to see terror in his victims' eyes and so he swooped down upon Zarakus to make a quick meal of him.
The dragon swooped down, but Zarakus ran and he was as swift as the wind. The dragon pursued but it was not fear the drove Zarakus to run, for he did not know fear. Rather, he wanted to be the one that choose the battle field. He ran to a place where he knew two great and ancient trees grew on the coast overlooking the endless sea. The dragon had almost caught up to him as they approached the trees. So intent was the dragon on his kill that he did not see the danger ahead. Zarakus ran between the two leafy giants, grabbed a low hanging brnach and swung down. Too late did the dragon notice his peril and with a sound like thunder he flew into the two trees wedging his body between them. Canterix roared and struggled and made the ground shake, he was unable to free himself. Zarakus climbed back up and stood before the dragon which roared in protest. Taking his shark's jaw, he raised it above is head and, with one mighty blow, beheaded the dragon. And so Canterix left our world.
For weeks afterward, Zarakus worked on the great corpses. he at the meat, fashioned weapons from the dragon's claws, a necklace of teeth and armor from the scales. And with the huge leathern wings of the beast, he fashioned a sial for his ship. And so it was that Zarakus left his island and began his worldly adventures.
There are no true priests in this religion, but every worshiper is considered a holy man of sorts. They worship in how they live. The Kraken clan that dwells on the east coast is almost entirely composed of worshipers of Zarakus.
This page last updated Wednesday, December 24, 2008. Copyright 1990-2009 David M. Roomes.