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Dionysus, son of Zeus and the mortal Semele, was still in his mother's womb when she witnessed the Thunderer in his awesome radiance and was destroyed. Zeus took the baby from her body and stitched it into his own thigh, and when it was ready to be born, it stepped forth fully and perfectly formed.
Hera, jealous of her husband's dalliances, made Dionysus barmy early in his life, and he wandered the land learning the ways of the vine - and the ways of madness. In his journeys, he acquired a retinue of centaurs, satyrs, and bacchae.
Today, Dionysus is the power of bubbers, to be sure. His entire portfolio's dedicated to the divine madness of the grape, to the revelry in the enjoyment of drink. His followers aren't gentle tippers, either. Some bashers get competitive,; Dionysus's faithful get downright nasty. When they go too far in their celebrations, they lose all rational thought and follow their instincts blindly. Folks often die from these frenzies.
Dionysus' domain in Olympus is one of constant, comfortable warmth. He has a palace in the middle of a vineyard, and he's decreed that the grapes of the vines (which also run through the building) will always be ready for the plucking or the juicing. When the bacchae aren't following their patron in his travels, they make the vineyard their home base. And no wonder - it's a place of constant parties, making even the Sensates' Gilded Hall seem tame in comparison.