Corporeal Forces: 2 Strength: 1 Agility: 3

Ethereal Forces: 2 Intelligence: 4 Precision: 4

Ethereal Forces: 3 Will: 8 Perception: 4

Skills: Artistry/6 (mildew stains), Dodge/3, Fighting/3, Knowledge/6 (Mildew), Languages (Latin/3 (native), English/3), Move Silently/1

Songs: Dreams (Ethereal/1), Entropy (Corporeal/3, Ethereal/3), Motion (Celestial/3), Shields (Corporeal/1, Ethereal/3, Celestial/2)

Robigus remembers the tragedy of the Purity Crusade quite well. He remembers the destruction of his Tethers. He remembers the slaughtering of his dream-shades. He remembers the burning of his corporeal temples. He especially remembers the pain from the loss of his worshippers...

No, wait: sorry. Now that Robigus thinks of it, he didn't actually have any of the above stuff. That was reserved for the big gods. Little gods like Robigus had to be content with a ritual or two and the privilege of not getting casually kicked around by their betters more than once or twice a week (unless, of course, the more potent Roman ethereal gods were having an especially bad week).

Robigus loved the Purity Crusade: it did stuff to the Olympians that Robigus hadn't even dared dream about. Better and better, the Crusade didn't kill off all of the Roman gods. It merely left them shattered and dazedly wondering how things could have gone so badly, so fast, which was much, much better. If Robigus' own power suffered from the genocide, he couldn't tell. True, he still didn't have any power, but now neither did anybody else. The ethereal sheds no tears about that: by all accounts, that bastard Apollo has been weeping and wailing enough for the entire pantheon.

Good. Guess that means that he won't be idly dragooning harmless ethereals as mobile archery targets anymore...

Robigus is one of those ethereals that's allied with Hell these days. He's a minor figure in Saminga's court, and that suits him fine. The Prince of Death is pleased to have an actual Roman god in his entourage and telling him that he's much more effective than Pluto or Anubis ever could hope to be. Hell, it's even true. The fact that Robigus is the God of Mildew is an added bonus, in Saminga's eyes: it's a good Word, and a demon of Death can't actually hold it (the stuff is more or less alive, after all). The ethereal is smart enough to not be grabby and to do his bit to make sure that Saminga's Tethers have the appropriate atmosphere (and smell), so he's even on reasonably good terms with the rest of Death's organization. You aren't really a mover and shaker in Saminga's power structure until you've got one of Robigus' mildew mosaics.

As one might gather, Robigus isn't a very nice entity. Several hundred years of casual abuse by the more powerful has emotionally scarred the ethereal to the point where Saminga's court seems an haven (most demons of Death like mildew) - and that isn't a subtly frightening thing to contemplate, then one isn't trying very hard. Robigus especially enjoys encouraging Saminga to do nasty things to those Olympians still around - and being an emissary to them. Watching Athena swallow her bile as Robigus leers at her is one of the ethereal's favorite things in life...