Great Schul, the god of misfortune is dead. He will not be taking a central role in this story. However for the sake of completeness, it is important that you know he is dead. He died because he loved a mortal woman. Her chestnut hair and emerald eyes brought him to her. Her beautiful soul and tender embrace kept him there. He wanted her in every imaginable way.

But Schul was no frivolous god who couldn’t keep it in his pants. He knew enough to be wary of divine and mortal unions, and the trouble that could cause. So Great Schul threw off his mantle of godhood to live a mortal life with his true love.  By the time of his passing he had eight children, twenty four grandchildren, and enough great grandchildren to fill a medium sized barge. He lived a good life, but there was a price. Eventually death comes for us all, and it came for Great Schull. He had acted as the shepherd of chaos. Within his grasp the primordial force danced its part in the great machinery of the world and did no real harm. Misfortune needed its shepherd. Someone had to inherit his role. So the godhood he had denied stepped one rung down the metaphorical ladder and settled on his eldest daughter; Nana Dismas.

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