The Fury

The Sovereign of Rage and Ruin
True Name: Szorawai (known only in esoteric texts and the private rites of the Three Faces of Love)
Daughter of Arawai and the Devourer (Pyrinean tradition)
Portfolio: Anger, extremism, insanity, passion, revenge
Favoured Weapon: Kama
Symbol: Red-and-black winged wyrm with a woman's head and arms

"You bury your heart with your fears and your logic and your laws. You are afraid to be what you truly are, to take the path that comes without thinking. Follow it now. Think no more. Feel and act." — Sarvus'kor, kobold priestess of the Fury

The Fury is a silent whisper that can drive you to doubt or despair. She is reckless rage and all-consuming passion. Instinct is her voice, guiding mortals when rational thought fails. And she is the Sovereign of revenge, promising vengeance to those willing to surrender to her.

Where her father the Devourer is the storm that rages outside — hurricane, earthquake, flood — the Fury is the storm within. She is every untended wound, every act of reckless love, every moment where reason fails and something rawer takes over. Her devotees do not merely fear her; many seek her out, trading control for the terrible clarity of feeling without limit. Her detractors point to the wreckage she leaves behind. Her faithful respond that the wreckage was already there — she just stopped people from pretending it wasn't.

The Pyrinean Creed generally treats her parentage as metaphor: when a terrible storm destroys a long-awaited harvest, the anguish born from that destruction is the Fury — the Devourer is her father because devastation is the seed from which she grows. Another myth holds that when the Devourer was bound by his enemies, his rage was so great that the Fury tore free of him and snapped his bonds herself. Both traditions understand the same truth differently: the Fury and destruction cannot be fully separated.

She is patron to all who allow their passions to consume them, regardless of what else they worship. Barbarians, certain artists and bards, crafters consumed by their work, and intelligent monsters all count her among their deities. Her followers cultivate rage and resentment among the civilised, because civilisation's restraint is precisely what she opposes. Emotion, in the Fury's theology, is truth. All that suppresses it is a lie.

Portfolio and Domains

Rage and Revenge. The Fury governs violent passion — fury in battle, the bloodlust that outlasts its cause, the act committed without deliberation. Unlike Dol Dorn's martial discipline or Dol Arrah's just war, the Fury's violence has no ordered end beyond exhaustion or ruin. She is equally the patron of revenge: those who have been wronged and cannot find justice through law or honour may call on her instead, trading the burden of grievance for the consuming fire of vengeance. Whether this trade ever results in peace is a question her faithful rarely ask.

Passion and Obsession. The Fury governs love as much as war — but in her hands, love is dangerous. Boldrei is the love that binds; Arawai is the love that brings life; the Fury is the love that burns. She is the patron of infatuation that crosses into fixation, of devotion that hollows the self out until nothing remains but the object of desire.

Instinct and Madness. The Fury is the Sovereign of instinct — the part of the self that acts before reason intervenes. To her revelers, this is liberation: to feel fully and act on impulse is to live honestly in a world that demands otherwise. To her detractors, this path ends in madness — not the divine kind, but the grinding, empty kind, when feeling has consumed everything it fed on and left nothing behind.

Iconography and Symbols

The Fury's holy symbol is a red-and-black winged wyrm with a woman's head and upper body. Her associated colour in Dark Six iconography is crimson. Her favoured weapon is the kama.

Her principal holy day is Wildnight (18–19 Sypheros), when the Fury reaches the height of her power. At sunset, emotions run high across Khorvaire and people find it difficult to restrain their impulses. The cautious stay indoors. The streets fill with revelry — and with riots, brawls, and crimes of passion. The Fury does not require belief to make herself felt. For full treatment, see [Holy Days of the Sovereigns and Six].

Worship and Practice

Priest training. The Fury's priests must have an intimate understanding of pain and loss. Most have lived it directly — many were bereaved during the Last War, and many fought in it. In all matters, they are passionate. A priest of the Fury who retreats from conflict or counsels measured restraint has already failed. The Fury demands her followers inflame passion by every means possible, breaking down the strictures of formality and custom.

Rites. The Fury's rites are deeply personal affairs and never somber. Sacrifices almost always involve bloodshed — sometimes the petitioner's own. Wild, ecstatic celebrations are a central form of worship, designed to help participants throw off the constraints of custom and feel without filter. A ceremonial drink called the euphoric sacrament — a metallic gold liquid with a dizzying aroma, combining pure alcohol with herbal and alchemical additives — is consumed in some rites to bring worshippers to a state where passion becomes indistinguishable from madness. This, for the faithful, is the point.

One quieter tradition: a person who has been wronged may place a crimson candle in a window — a red candle inscribed with the name of their tormentor, sealed with a drop of their blood. This is an invitation to the Fury to take vengeance on their behalf. Those who do not trust themselves to carry it through pass their pain to her instead. The candle burns, and sometimes so does something else. Invoking the Fury in this way means surrendering control over the form vengeance takes, and over who else might be caught in it.

Shrines to the Fury are as varied as her worshippers, and no two are quite alike. Among certain drow sects, temples to the Fury are strangely elaborate and meticulously maintained — the obsessive precision of their upkeep itself an expression of devotion. Among monstrous congregations, a shrine may be nothing more than a pile of bones with fresh kills added regularly on top. The one constant is that her rites are never somber.

Transcript of a complaint filed with the Sharn City Watch, 19 Sypheros 997 YK:

"I wish to report that my neighbour lit a crimson candle in her window on Wildnight and inscribed my name upon it. I am not aware of any grievance she holds against me. I have not slept since. I would like the Watch to do something about this, and I would like them to do it without speaking to my neighbour directly, as I am frankly terrified of her."

The Many Faces of the Fury

The Pyrinean Creed. The Fury is understood primarily as a warning. She is the source of any unbalanced emotion — someone consumed by despair carries the Fury on his shoulders; someone who lets anger drive her to rash action has given the Fury the reins. Pyrinean Vassals guard against her; she must be contained and controlled, lest she leave lives in ruins. When they call on her at all, it is usually to enact a terrible revenge when the law has failed — a last resort, not a devotion.

The Three Faces of Love — honouring Arawai, Boldrei, and Szorawai (the Fury) — is a mystery cult that embraces all three aspects of love. Arawai is the Love that Brings Life, celebrated by midwives, mothers, herbalists, and healers. Boldrei is the Love that Binds — the underlying bond that holds family and community together, honoured by mediators, innkeepers, and those who find joy in uniting others. Szorawai is the Love that Burns — passion as inspiring and powerful as it is painful, patron of poets, artists, and those who work with fantasy and desire. The cult holds remarkable salons and revels, engages in quiet matchmaking, and acknowledges that the Fury's love is wild and uncontrollable. Those who ask her to ignite passion in another are warned: such prayers often leave only ashes.

The harpies of the Byeshk Mountains all agree that the harpy sings with the Fury's voice, but each flight interprets her differently. The Stormsingers hold that the Devourer and the Fury are one and the same — her song shapes the storm at the same time it guides the heart. The Wind Howlers call her the Howl, and say she was born from Eberron's cry of pain when she gave birth to the world. Most flights call her the Song, or the First Song.

Cazhaak traditions (Droaam) credit no other Sovereign with creating the Fury. She was present when the first heart began to beat and heard in the first child's cry — older than parentage, older than myth, as fundamental as feeling itself.

The Sacred Spark is a small and controversial sect that honours both Onatar and the Fury as two faces of the same divine force. Without Onatar's context and focus, the Fury's passion is a fire with nothing to consume but itself; without the Fury's passion, Onatar's craft is cold and purposeless. Vassals of the Host find the Spark dangerous; worshippers of the Fury find it blasphemous. The Spark considers both reactions a kind of proof.

Her True Name

Before the Schism, the Fury had a name given to her by her mother Arawai: Szorawai. She held it briefly before losing all sense of identity to the power of her new title. The Sovereign church's erasure of the Six's names was nowhere more complete than here — the Fury so thoroughly became her epithet that the name Szorawai survives only in the most esoteric texts, and in the quiet liturgy of the Three Faces of Love, where it is still used.

The Fury in the Modern Age

At the dawn of the Last War, priests of the Fury, the Mockery, and the Shadow met in secret for the first time, pooling their influence in a coordinated effort to expand the Dark Six's power through the conflict. Fury priests were placed in every corner of the war — on the front lines, in the command tents — with a single assignment: spread fear and devotion. Soldiers prayed to the Fury in combat and, when they survived, thanked her. The tactic worked. By the war's end, invoking the Fury's name had become common practice across all five nations, stripping away much of the social prohibition that had previously kept her worship underground.

The Last War's aftermath left behind a generation of veterans unable to release the rage that kept them alive, survivors consumed by grief and vengeance, and extremist movements fuelled by passion rather than purpose. The Fury's congregations did not shrink with the peace. If anything, peace revealed how many people had nowhere to put what the war had made of them.

Mainstream faiths maintain that the Fury offers only release — not survival, not recovery, not the long work of rebuilding. The Fury's faithful, predictably, consider this the kind of thing only someone who has never truly suffered would say.

"The Last War didn't create the Fury's congregation. It just stopped asking people to hide it." — Prelate Orvaine Cassk, Silver Flame mission report

Common Sayings and Invocations

"The Fury does not ask what you deserve. She asks what you're willing to do."

"Better to burn than to wither."

"She is the storm within."

"Light the candle. Let her carry it."