War Cry: Whatever the priest feels like at the time.
War Cry: Whatever the priest feels like at the time.
Creed: "See the falling rain. It cleanses and purifies. Left behind is beauty."
Mantra: "I can willingly serve a goddess who's fucking crazy. I can take this."
The
goddess of the soul and the weather, she is venerated among farming communities
as much as Earthmother. An ephemeral goddess, her mood changes with
the season's weather and her nature shifts with the faces of the moon.
Some days she is open and generous, others she is guarded and withholding.
All know, however, that she is easily flattered by praise over her
great beauty and rewards fine and original compliments. When chosing
to manefest her presence, she will form as a ghostly image and borrow the
forms of her worshippers as needed. The priesthood of the goddess is
filled with those who are able to maintain their reverence and love in the
face of extreme mood swings, and their duties consist mainly of serving as
conduits for the whims and wisdom of the goddess and of serving as intermediaries
to her for the people who need the benefit of her favor. Her emblem
is a finely wrought disk of silver, though priests are advised to change
it to whatever their goddess wants at a moment's notice.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Domains: Air, Magic, Trickery, Weather