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Elorian Campaign Pantheon Pt. 1

November 12, 2018

Alright, I have rethought my campaign setting’s pantheon a bit to be more inclusive of creation. Of course, I have once again almost completely disregarded lore that I have not seen or experienced myself. My goal was to make this world my own with DnD’s 5e mechanics. Below are the corrections and elaborations needed to worship in my setting. We will start with the ‘good’ gods.

The Three Brothers of the Sun and The Sister of the Moon
Light Domain

Lathander (God of the Morning Sun)

Known as the Morning Lord, Lathander is the most positive of the Brothers of the Sun and that is reflected in his followers. His followers are very enthusiastic and often evangelical about their religion and often spread their Lord’s gospel to and fro. Their main message is one of hope as each day dawns after even the longest night. His followers seek to pull others from the darkness and use their faith to rekindle hope in others. Although the siblings of light are technically all the same age, Lathander is often depicted as acting and looking like the youngest brother. He is depicted as having shining golden skin and shining yellow hair. He was the one who urged his siblings to bring light to the multiverse, allowing the creation of the material plane. He spent a lot of his time delivering sermons of hope and fellowship to the earliest denizens of the world. However, when the final conflict came, he eagerly picked up his sword and fought as hard as the rest of the gods. Like other gods, he retired to Avalon taking up the east wing of the Shining Palace. His symbol is the rising sun, beams of light stretching forth.

Pelor (God of the Midday Sun)

Known as the Shining Soldier, Pelor is most interested in fighting the good fight among his brothers. His followers often hold justice and the vanquishing of monsters in the highest regard and make such ideals their goal. This is the church of the sun which is most likely to spawn adventurers, traveling the world in order to right wrongs and vanquish evil. When the sun is high, shadows run in fear. He encourages clerics and paladins to go forth under his banner in order to make the world a better place, eschewing personal glory for the glory of all. In urban settings, his followers might be involved in law enforcement. His temples sometimes double as law enforcement or military headquarters. Pelor appeared to many like he was the middle brother, putting himself out in front only to shield his siblings. He was reportedly hard to look directly at as he often shone like the sun as he walked the material plane. This was fine as he really only showed up to trounce evil and then departed again. In the final conflict, he led the charge against the evil gods with his grand mace lit up like a beacon. Like other gods, he retired to Avalon where he decided to live in the tower of the Shining Palace. His symbol is the full sun, fire on its rim.

Arrah (God of the Setting Sun)

Known as The Twilight Scholar, Arrah set himself up to be the border between the light and the dark. His followers are constantly vigilant for whatever darkness might threaten the world. They tend to be more strategic people, thinking through their problems more like a chess game than an all-out brawl. His temples are often partnered with temples to Ioun and Azrea. His followers know better than many that all good things must end but all hardship will end one way or another as well. He was always the quieter, more thoughtful brother and is often depicted as being the oldest and wisest of the brothers. He is often depicted as being more bronze colored and less shiny than his siblings. He often walked alone on the material plane, examining what his brothers had missed or studying their wake. He sometimes had long discussions with Lona, Ioun, and/or Azrea. In the final battle, he, Ioun, Lucia, and Oghma drew up the battle plan. When it was time to leave, he chose to retire to Avalon where he took up residence in the west wing of the Shining Palace. His symbol is the setting sun.

Lona (Goddess of the Moon)

The quieter sister of the three brothers of the sun she is known as the Watcher in the
Night. She watched peacefully over the night but would spring into action while her brothers slept if need be. Her ways are more subtle, akin to a classic rogue archetype. While not as forceful as her siblings, she has a quiet, subtle magic of her own. She is depicted as a pale woman with shining pupil-less eyes. She often had long talks with Ioun and often spoke with Sylvanus’ followers as well. She often spent her nights drinking tea either alone or with whoever happened upon her. Sometimes, she would preside over the Court of the Gods at night in place of her brothers. When it was time to leave, she chose to live with Ioun and her retinue in the Eternal Library but she does visit her brothers on occasion. Her symbol is the crescent moon but some worshipers use other phases.

 

Ioun (Goddess of Knowledge)
Knowledge Domain

Known sometimes as the Knowing Mistress, Ioun is tapped into the collective knowledge of all things on the Material Plane. She delights in keeping tabs on all of creation and waits in anticipation for creation to surprise her. She is rarely disappointed. She especially became interested in magic as it poured into the world before she departed it. She is interested in wizards and witches in particular as they are just as studious as she is. Her followers are often curious, studious, and observant. In ancient days she would travel the world interviewing people and observing events. In the great conflict, she wielded awesome and terrifying magicks and designed the spells that sealed all of the gods away. Her temples are often schools or libraries. She lives in the Eternal Library in Avalon, rarely leaving as she reads and stays in her observatory. Her symbol is an open eye.

Lucia (Goddess of Memory)

One of the librarians of the world, she is known as the Memory of the World. She spent much of her time cataloging the world to make sure that the absolute truth was written in stone. In the final battle, she used her encyclopedic memory to help plan for the final battle. When it was time to leave, she leaped at a posting in the Eternal Library and her home and office is in the Non-Fiction section. She spends her time meeting with Ioun and Oghma where she struggles not to correct Oghma’s stories. She loves them both with all of her heart. She appears as a studious, serious looking woman. Her symbol is a book.

Oghma (God of Imagination)

The other librarian of the world, he is known as the Story of the World. He spends much of his time writing wild stories and listening to the stories invented by the storytellers of the world. This is not all that different from what he did before the Final Conflict. In that conflict, he used his vast imagination to inspire the plans for the final battles. He spends his time regaling Ioun, Lucia, and Lona with stories and trying not to add embellishments to Lucia’s histories. He appears as a wild-haired man with a goofy grin. His symbol is a pen.

Magical Earth Defenders Pt. 1

May 6, 2017

(This is part one of my take on the magical girl genre. Enjoy!)

Part One: The Light

Margaret Washington stood in front of the mirror. She took the deep breaths she had been taught in yoga class. Her parents would listen this time. They just had to. She was a Washington and therefore she was a born leader. People listened to Washingtons. Besides, Margaret knew she was on the right side of things this time.

She started to make the journey from her bedroom in the East Wing to the study in the West Wing. Along the way, she saw Marcie and her daughter mopping the front hall. Sometimes it felt like the maids were the closest thing she had to friends. She had no siblings and everybody seemed so guarded and selfish at the academy. She waved at the two women and smiled briefly but she kept walking. She was on a mission.

The Washingtons were amazingly rich. If all the math were done, the family probably ranged between the third and sixth-richest family in the city. It all depended on the way various international money markets and the stock market went each day, of course. Margaret knew how powerful all of that money was. That was what Margaret was counting on. Of course, her plans depended on the kindness in the hearts of her parents. She believed it was there because if it was not, then how could Margaret know she had kindness in her own heart?

She peeked into the study and saw her father at his desk. Her mother had the newspaper over on the couch. Her mother was away from her own office for once. Nobody was on the phone or terribly busy and that was a great sign. It was almost like this was fated to be the moment she made her pitch.

“Mom, Dad,” Margaret said. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“What is it, my dear?” Her mother asked. Both of her parents looked up from what they were doing.

“I need to ask you for a favor,” Margaret said. She felt herself starting to shake and she clenched her fist to stop it.

“A favor?” Her father asked. “What can I buy you this time?”

“No, daddy,” Margaret said with a gesture dismissing the idea. “It’s not like that. I want to start a foundation!” She smiled proudly.

“A foundation?” Her father asked. “What do you mean?”

“I want to feed the homeless,” Margaret answered with a smile. “I also want to start some shelters. Maybe one at first but we can open several more later.”

“Where’s your action plan? What returns can we expect?” Her mother asked.

Margaret’s smile faltered. “No returns, Mom. We would actually be helping people.”

“Cupcake, I don’t think our budget allows for that,” Her father said.

“Dad,” Margaret said. “Our budget is bigger than NASA’s. Besides, as soon as we start everything up, everybody will want to jump in and follow our lead.”

“Your father said ‘no’, sweetie,” Her mother said. “I say ‘no’ too.”

“We’re sorry, honey,” Her father said.

Margaret was completely deflated but she nodded dutifully. She was the intelligent, polite, and friendly Washington daughter. “Thank you for listening,” She said. “I will see you at dinner.” With that, she left the room before her parents could say anything else. She made an effort not to look too dejected and she fought back a tear or two. She also made an effort to glide gracefully as she walked instead of stomping or storming like she wanted to.

Here parents meant well but it seemed like they were constantly amassing money for the future of the family without a thought for the future of the world. Margaret just wanted to spread the wealth around. She was already donating most of her allowance to various causes but she dnot have the financial and organizational heft of a foundation at her back. The foundation could have done a lot of good especially if it was backed by her parents’ cunning minds.

Margaret did not remember the whole walk back to her room but she was glad to shut the door behind her. When she was safe inside again she picked up her hair brush. She began to stroke it through her straight, blonde hair that was the envy of many girls at the academy. And yet, she did not brush her hair simply to look good. It was calming to brush her own hair. She had asked to do it herself instead of the nanny at an early age. It made her feel a little more in control of her fate.

“You really want to help, huh?” A soft voice spoke from the bed.

Margaret whipped around fast and raised the brush to strike like you would grip a hatchet. There was only a cat on the bed. Well, it looked like a cat at first glance but it was actually subtly changing shape over and over as Margaret watched. Its fur was purple but even that was not staying stable. It was kind of hard to keep her eyes on the thing but staring was rude anyway. Margaret could only look puzzled, no answer forming in her head.

“What if you could really make a difference?” The cat asked.

“A talking cat!?” Margaret yelped. She immediately felt kind of dumb for stating the obvious. “What are you doing here? What do you want?”

“I want to help you realize your potential,” The cat said. “I have a feeling that your path does not really have to do with money. I think you could help save the world.”

“Save the world?” Margaret asked. “I’m all for it but you’re going to have to explain.” Somehow, the talking cat thing was getting more normal as the conversation proceeded.

“If you really want to help, take this charm and meet me at the address on the attached note,” The cat said. It placed a pretty little charm on the bed.

Before Margaret could think to respond again, the cat leaped through the third story window and left Margaret to contemplate the charm. The charm’s crystal went from green to white.


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