Quite some time ago I promised details on the rest of the patron gods. Today I present three more of them.
For those needing a refresher, the All-Mother created all life but was too powerful to directly interact with it and so she created the All-Father – the most powerful a being can be whilst still being able to interact with the inhabitants of the natural world. To help him oversee humanity, the All-Father raised many mortals up to divinity. The first eight, the most powerful of those ascended, are the patron gods. Already introduced are Fionella Dragon-Tamer and Banjahdo Beast-Slayer. Today we meet Brave Ikhael, Farmer Enyden, and Righteous Taetaami. Still to come are:
- Naajae the Dancer and her dealing with a fiend;
- Iseana the Painter taking her vengeance; and
- Learned Witanzimwah and his wanderings;
Brave Ikhael, the One-Handed Coward
Ikhael was a scrawny, scared boy who grew up in a large village on the outskirts of civilised land. As was the duty of all those coming-of-age, he served in a watchtower a half-days walk from the village. One morning just before dawn, a band of tuskfangs ambushed the tower and slaughtered its inhabitants, save for Ikhael who had hidden when the fighting started. Ikhael considered running to a nearby tower but it would take too long and the village would be caught unaware. His fear for his community outweighing his fear for himself, he took a shortcut that involved a dangerous ravine crossing and sneaking through a lair of slagfiends. He made it to the village with ample time, but a slagfiend hatchling had stowed away. It launched itself at a village elder. Without thought, Ikhael slapped it out of the air, getting bitten on the hand. A nearby soldier killed the fiend with her spear. As Ikhael stared at his already swelling and oozing hand, the All-Father appeared and spoke quietly to Ikhael before handing him a knife. Ikhael cried and then his expression settled into determination and he sliced the cut hand from his body. The All-Father nodded and granted him divinity. To this day he is one-handed, legend has it that he will reamin so until he is no longer afraid.
He is now acknowledged as the God of courage, humour, loyalty, combat, and sex.
Farmer Enyden, the Insightful
Enyden was a quiet, unassuming farmer who served on his town’s council. He became disturbed after noticing that the punishments handed out had more to do with whom the council liked and owed than it did with the crime committed. He remained silent for several years, but eventually spoke out. The rest of council insisted his memory was faulty and that there decisions were correct and fair. When the next trial started, Enyden arrived with an armful of blank paper and began to record everything that was said and the decision that was reached. When similar crimes were later committed by others, he ensured that the punishments and verdicts were similar to those that came before. After many years of this, he wrote a summarised collection of the town’s laws and the factors that influenced their decisions and shared it with all so that none could unknowingly break the law. This was the first time any law had been codified in the natural world and for his insight, the All-Father raised Enyden to divinity.
He is now acknowledged as the God of farming, intimacy, law, secrecy, and metalwork.
Righteous Taetaami, the Healer
Taetaami was heir to a rich family in a divided city. Her family and two others vied for control, a centuries-long feud existed between all three. Outbreaks of violence were not uncommon, but by-and-large peace was maintained. As many in her family did, Taetaami studied to be a physician and vivacer. One afternoon she witnessed a fight between members of her extended family and a lone member of a feuding family. After the dust had settled, the man was left bleeding in the dirt. She brought him to the shelter of a nearby apothecary and tended to his wounds. From then on she would sneak away whenever possible to provide care and treatment to any who needed it, even if they were from rival families. When her parents discovered this, her mother forbade her from doing so. She ignored her and continued to treat all she found who needed aid. One night as she bound the wounds of a member of a rival family, her mother and a number of the family’s warriors burst into the clinic. Taetaami and her mother had a protracted argument. Her mother demanding that the rival be handed over to her and that Taetaami cease her childish antics. Taetaami calmly stated that as she had the skills to help she had a moral duty to do so and that she would allow no harm to befall a patient in her care. Her mother ordered the soldiers to kill the man and he was stabbed in the chest. Screaming with rage, Taetaami flung herself on the dying patient and poured her own life essence into him, knitting his wounds by force of will. As she lay, herself now drained and dying, Taetaami spat at her mother and renounced her family. The All-Father appeared and lifted her in his arms and into divinity. Many, though far from all, physicians now take an oath to Taetaami to care for any who need their help and to never allow harm to befall those in their care.
She is now acknowledged as the Goddess of healing, vivacy, music, woodcraft, and independence.