Mace was the god of lust and hate. A powerful god that people either despised, or loved. He was, quite literally, a big god. His stature was big and strong with interesting markings on his back, chest, and biceps. His imposing figure was made to scare humans.

You were one of his many followers. You praised him daily and left trinkets at his temple.

Attending his temple at night, candles let with the effect of an aphrodisiac. The gold statue sitting before you with small offerings of gold jewelry from his followers. The sound of the creek running near by and crickets communicating filled the nightly air. The stature shining in the bright moon light, small shadows showing off the small details of his body.