EXTOR 

Lesser god, LE - War, Discord, Conflict, Fitness  

Hextor, Champion of Evil, Herald of Hell, Scourge of Battle, is the deity of many soldiers and fighters who deem lawful evil most fit to rule, admiring war and discord. Of course, others besides those of military calling follow hi in. Hextor dwells on the Plane of Acheron but can wander to those of Hell or even Nirvana. Most frequently, though, Hextor treads the Prime Material Plane in search of warfare, aiding lawful evil, opposing good. Especially does Hextor seek to overthrow those serving Heironeous (q.v.). The latter is his half-brother and chief enemy. When Heironeous chose lawful good, Hextor opted to serve lawful evil. Always inferior to his half-brother, the Lord of Evil granted Hextor six arms instead of a mere pair, so as to be able to best Heironeous and all other opponents. 

Hextor appears as a normal, handsome man when in disguise, for he can cause four of his arms to meld with his torso whenever he so desires. His complexion is fair and his hair jet-black, as are his eyes. He is well-spoken and charming, a hale fellow and a man's man, yet irresistible to women. He can converse with sages, reason with philosophers, argue with clergy, discuss arcane secrets with dweomercraefters. When in his true form, however, Hextor is gray of skin, lank-haired, red-rimmed eyes bulging from a visage horrible to look upon. Then he cares only to fight and slay. 

In battle, Hextor draws two great bows, which fire iron-barbed shafts. At close range he employs two spiked bucklers and four weapons. Typically, these are a fork, a scimitar, a flail and a morning star. 

Hextor wears armor consisting of iron scales with strips of metal at shoulder and cuff. A corslet of like metal guards his waist and groin. His legs are greaved, and the armor is everywhere decorated with skulls. Around his neck is the Symbol of Hate and Discord, the six red arrows of Hextor, hanging from a chain of crudely wrought iron links. 

In addition to the powers normal to his station as a lesser god, fighting ability, and assassin's skill, Hextor is able to arouse discord in his surroundings. Friend will argue with friend, irks become hate, and petty jealousy grows to seething rage. Without his Symbol of Hate and Discord, Hextor does not have such power, except through magical casting. Hextor also is prone to carry a magic device, the Trumpet of Acheron, with him. This instrument can be winded once every six days. When sounded, it calls forth a squad of skeletons, which obey Hextor's command. Once in every six years, the Trumpet of Acheron can summon a horde of skeletons and zombies. 

Places of worship of Hextor are grim, dark, and bloody. Major shrines and temples usually are built on some field of slaughter. His clerics wear black robes adorned with white skulls or gray visages embroidered thereon. Only the higher levels have arrows of hate and discord in red, lower clerics being permitted gray ones. Much chanting accompanies ceremonies honoring Hextor. Wind instruments sound discordant tones, shouts and screams are voiced, and iron weapons are struck during such an offery. Priests of Hextor are trained in assassination. Hextor is much honored in the Great Kingdom.