| titles = The Solemn Veiled Captain, The Drowned God, Oblivion

Now he roams the earthCity, reduced to little more than an undying worm, crying tears which wound the earth and scorch the sky, dragging his scorpion-tail through the same world that mortals roam, meddling in their affairs to pass the time - Unable to meet his end, anymore.

During the Breach, he was usurped by [[The Boatman]], who took his Rune, Raidho, and drowned him in the River. He later emerged lost in his mind, his uniform reduced to tatters, and with little divinity to his name. He now wanders the city as an "Almost-Hour", hiding his sorrows under many layers of devoured souls, Ravelling Tree-sap and memory-dust.

The Heresiarch appears as a somewhat physically effeminate young man, with braided, spiky black hair and pale, scarred skin. His eyes match the current colour of the moon. His legs are insect-like, and his most prominent features are his double-tails, resembling that of a fattail scorpion, which constantly drip venom, and his spiderspitting cobra-like fangs, which poke out of his lips. He also has a halo resembling the rings of Saturn, made out of thousands of miniscule semi-transparent ice shards.  Before he became the Drowned God, he used to wear the proud blue uniform of a captain, jewelled with many medals, a crescent-moon pin and collar, with Japanese-inspired kimono-like sleeves and gold accents. Now, he wears the rags of his ruined old uniform, under a butterfly-patterned, blue-gold hooded cloak, which appears to never dry out, and he generally tries to hide from view, nowhere as joyful as he once was.

The Template Heresiarch is no longer worshipped by some strange folks called The Fansus.His crew remains loyal to him after all this time, but the mortals have forgotten about him. However, there are rumours of esoteric Wild God-adoring sects of cultists who seek to restore his name. 

# '''Temptation: PhraseMelancholy: I've begun to comprehend have heard word of the dead Hour who still roams the City, by the name of the Template's waysHeresiarch.# '''Dedication: PhraseMelancholy: I shall follow have decided to avenge the Template's waysDrowned God.# '''Ascension: PhraseSorrow: Agh I hear the sea in the sky whenever I close my eyes. My skin is pale as snow. This is the Third Mark.# '''Ascension: PhraseSorrow: Ugh my bones.

====The Old Geezer Nameless Navigator ====

|title = The Old GeezerNameless Navigator |description = '"Get off my lawn!"I knew all the stars, once. I still greet them like old friends.'

|aspect3 = DevourerDeceiver

|aspect4 = EdgeKnock

|aspect5 = HeartLantern

|fansus = 05

|title = Summon one of the former Name-emanations of the TemplateVeiled Captain |start_description = The Old Man Perhaps, with the right quantity of the Template is coming. The fat old fellow canWinter's chill and Lantern't bare to even look at you. Every hair on his body rises at the mention s radiance, and a little bit of lawnsKnock, I can call upon a forgotten Name.|description = Is this truly The Navigator's face is expressionless. His uniform never dries. But even now, he knows the best the Template has to offer?way.

|quantity1 = 52|aspect2 = HeartWinter|quantity2 = 105

|quantity3 = 210|fansus = 25

====The Template TempleFellsung Canyon====The Template spends lots Deep within the frontier, there's a series of its free time hereplain and dusty canyons, littered with hidden tunnels leading to the Heresiarch's former hangout, as well as the hangar where the skeleton of the Lunarian still remains, broken and abandoned. 

The year Heresiarch was 285124 worshipped by humans as various varieties of reapers and death-gods, before the template did a thing that was importantBreach.

* The Old Geezer's ShovelLunar Medal** It has seen many long journeys, it remembers them all - And so, it still remains cold to the touch. ** Aspects: {{Aspect|SHHeart|12}} {{Aspect|Edge|126}} 

* The TemplateHeresiarch's Brain JuiceVenom**The distilled essence of mortal sorrow, extracted from unfortunate souls. ** Aspects: {{Aspect|ForgeWinter|1}} {{Aspect|Grail|112}} 

* A Chill in Grim Reminder **Among the stars, I can distinguish the Hair (Don't get too greedy with thesefragmented shadow of someone long forgotten. Stick to one or two max)** Aspect: {{Aspect|Winter|714}} {{Aspect|SH|4}} 

* The book Flooding of cookie recipesthe Skies** Description: It's an old bookIn which Nadya Unsong describes, okay? A dusty old tome? Made out in chilling detail, the drowning of cookie batter somehowa fallen God.** Start Text: This is "Two ships crossed, one through the tale of pale winds and one through the skeleton warriorscrimson rivers.Neither knew mercy."** End Text: "The skeleton warriors theme song refuses Scorpion-God was dragged into the flesh-waters by a thousand hands, where there is no wind to sail, no hope to leave your mindfeel, no love for him. The vast heavens we once knew will never be as they were."** Gives: Stuff goes here. Usually Dread, Winter 12 lore. Sometimes languages. Sometimes things get really weird. Feel free to get creative.