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[Faith] Minor Faiths
« on: April 27, 2015, 01:05:29 AM »
In this thread, we have an aggregation of minor faiths written by the playerbase. If you wish to have yours included, make a ticket on the Helpdesk. Be aware that there may be some edits necessary, even beyond standard spelling and grammar cleanup, though we will work with you on any revisions we make.
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Re: [Faith] Minor Faiths
« Reply #1 on: April 27, 2015, 08:01:41 PM »
Quote from: Shrouded Hope
Other Names: The Lord of Leeches
Idol: A squirmy long bodied leech
Area of worship: Koro Kita/Golden wastes

The worship of the Lord of Leeches does not exist quite commonly in broad daylight in Koro Kita. Although not forbidden, the spirit and its worshipers are looked down upon by more upstanding members of society. His domain is in sickness, suffering and benefiting from both. Lodu-Ma is sometimes turned to by the desperate of the diseased and injured and his shaman are more than willing to offer their aid, for the Lord of Leeches feasts on suffering. Oftentimes he is paid tribute by spilling blood over water in a bowl or natural bodies of water when available. Sometimes the mere presence of suffering is enough and can be paid as tribute, such as the pains of an ill person or a woman giving birth.

The healing work of the shaman is double-edged - for the shamans do not work for free. and those helped by them may quickly find themselves in debt to the shaman and the spirit. The debts are paid in tributes of blood or material goods. The shamans do not generally deal in lives like those of the Ghost, however, seeing as the leech has no need to kill when it has drunk its fill.  It's common to hear some version of the phrase, "Life is full of opportunity, death has fewer," from a shaman's mouth.

Lodu-Ma itself is described as a ugly long leech-like creature with a maw of needle sharp teeth. Sometimes he takes the form of a drained, withered man covered in leeches. He is without eyes and yet said to see things as they "really are." the meaning of which is a cause of debate among his followers.

Lodu-Ma's shaman are attracted to places of suffering such as slums and battlefields to appease their spirit and to grow in power, which usually comes in the form of terrifying power over disease and other deathly curses as well as potent healing.

The Lord of Leeches tends to favor cunning over brawn, but remains rather uninterested in how his followers come up with the means to provide him what he needs, allowing some rather clashing interpretations to exist, some strongly opposed of extending suffering beyond what is natural, such as spectral undeath and enslaving spirits, and some less vocal groups who dwell in the dark and sickening.
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Re: [Faith] Minor Faiths
« Reply #2 on: April 29, 2015, 08:37:02 AM »
Quote from: Micro105_
Other Names: The Wise-Wolf
Idols: Commonly, a female humanoid carrying a bow and curved sword. Rarely, a large wolf. Regardless of form, she is always depicted with wheat-stalks in her lips.
Area of worship: Pyrakre's northern border

Commonly known as Haru, the Wise-Wolf is a a spirit of fertility and harvest for the farm folk. Before the Ogre Migrations, she was known among farmers as a spirit that blessed crops for mountain the farms. Haru is described as a kind and loving aspect of the spirit, taking dying mortals into her bosom to comfort them. If it is a faithful or a person the faithful is bonded to, she will give them a kiss of life--in exchange for a favor that she can ask of them later. Typically she asked her debtors to assist other spirits or mortal followers within her domain, all of favors were asked the vaguest of terms. She is said to come down from the mountains when winter ends to play with the children within the wheat fields, or hide in the wheat and wait for opportune times to make appearances to give and receive favors from unsuspecting villagers, or travelers.

During the Ogre Migrations, the spirit adopted a war-like demeanor to the invaders of her domain and gave blessings to those who aided in destroying the ogres that threatened her land. To those who follow this aspect of the Wise-Wolf know her as Skaathyr, the name the ogres called her when they encountered her wrath. This face of the Wise-Wolf frightened some of her previous followers at first, but her faithful eventually came to understand she only did so in self-defense. Skaathyr is chaotic in nature, doing things upon her emotions or her whim. She always commands to be vigilant against intruders into her domain, especially ogres. Under this guise, she allowed rangers and druids to draw upon her abilities and fervor to remove the menace in her lands.

It is debated among those faithful to either of them if the Wise-Wolf is truly one or the other. Those who embrace both sides of the Wise-Wolf often gain the benefit of both and the penalty as well. Different favors are asked of her depending upon which aspect a follower is asking or commanding of her. There is never truly a knowing of her, as those morals who have encountered her on the verge of death have either been assisted to ease their suffering or saved.

The Wise-Wolf advises against honorable combat as it is for those who wish to stalk in the open and die. It is more prudent to be cautious, stealthy, and to observe - to take note of the predator and prey relations and learn to outwit it. Deception to enemies is legitimate, always. Deception among bonded friends is unacceptable unless it is to protect them from harm.

The most commonly accepted tribute among those who follow the Wise-Wolf, is blood, for blood is spilled in both in birth, during life, and in death. For less vital rituals, food is also considered an acceptable sacrifice. Her followers follow the traditions which this spirit has instilled in many generations, often forming alliances through an exchange of vague favors, believing that tying themselves down to specifics will put them at odds, later.

Folk Lore and Rumors:
  • She took a human form for a time to help slay ogres herself in her fury, and was very promiscuous with the pleasures of the world.
  • She enjoys potatoes with goat cheese however it is simply speculation.
  • She enjoys the flavors of fruit, namely apples or anything dealing with apples (Apple pies, etc.)
  • Men have sired children with the spirit, when she had possessed the body of their lover to increase their fertility.
  • She dislikes sheep herders, sheep and sheep dogs.
  • Old-Bear and the Wise-Wolf were once lovers, however Old-Gaunt was too stubborn in his ideals and stoic aloofness, and they parted ways.
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Re: [Faith] Minor Faiths
« Reply #3 on: April 29, 2015, 08:45:26 AM »
Quote from: DirtyGoblin
Other Names: Old Bear, Old Gaunt
Idol: An old man leaning on a staff or spear.
Area of worship: Pyrakre's northern border; mountains

He is known as Old Gaunt to the lowland farmers, and Old Bear to the rugged hillmen, and those who call the mountains of Rhostmarch home. He is seen as a stern, paternal spirit. His favor is seen as slow to earn, and easy to lose. Among huntsmen and hermit in the the foothills of the mountains, his name is often invoked with the giving of bonds and oaths. An acknowledgement of the strength of a man's word, and the ill favor that falls upon those whose word is not kept. His worship is mostly restricted to the region, where hard living and little contact with more urban areas, lends a level of importance to promises between men.

It is said that in the winter months Old Bear takes to his slumber in the mountains. While Old Gaunt takes to roaming the snowy hills. Visiting homesteads and cabins, and on a rare occasion, villages as well. The sighting of an old hunched man, trudging through the snow is considered an omen of harsh winters to come, and a reminder that while the snows may be thick, there is still work to be done. Hospitality to strangers is common among those who recognize, or hold faith in the spirit. It is common to welcome the stranger inside, with a rough gripping of forearms, acknowledging the implied word of the stranger, to bring no ill will, and the homesteader, to afford hospitality for the night.

During the Ogre Migrations, Old Gaunt remained aloof as ever in the foothills and mountains. Ogre's were for a time, a common danger of the region. Their migration, changed little for the mountain folk, if at the least granting them a very brief reprieve. Although some mountain folk claim to have spotted mauled ogre corpses near their cabins and huts. Hinting at a possible benefactor. Paired with the emergence of a handful of druid folk, and huntsmen drawing on Old Gaunt, or Old Bear's blessings,  it makes for a compelling case that Old Gaunt respected the bonds of respect between himself and his small following.

Old Gaunt promotes hard living and survival among his following. To survive, you must endure. To thrive, you must first suffer. Sacrifices in the Old Bear's name are often items which are seen as necessities in hard times. A hearty meal, left on a stump. A keg of mead, tapped, and poured out upon the ground, or the discarding of tools or weapons to the wilderness. These acts are meant to cause hardship for the followers, adhering firmly to the belief that what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger. It is not uncommon for hunters or travelers to come across a tool, or weapon, a bit worn or worse for wear, but still serviceable, during times of need in the wilderness.

"Give the Crow his due, and good fortune may come."
"Bee stings build character."

The Tale of the First Mountain Folk:

Before men knew of fire, they could only endure, hiding in their caves and furs. Once, in a winter deeper than any known before a family of fur-clad humans huddled in Old Bear's cave. Loathe to get up and drive them away, Old Bear huffed, and watched the band of humans. As the winter nights went on, one by one the humans began to thin out. Limbs turned black with the bite of frost, and children wheezed as lungs grew frigid.Old Bear began to pity these small people, shivering in his Den. With a huff and a grunt he stood on all fours, lumbering outside while glazed eyes followed his passage. Outside, thick snow and cold winds greeted him. A great bird of many colors was perched on barren scrub-tree, clinging atop a rock outside his cave. The bird sang out in a beautiful call. It spoke to Old Bear "Why do you awaken, I see no green grasses? No ripe buds upon the trees?"
And Old bear replied with a grumble. "Human Folk have wandered into my Den. Furless and pink, the ice chills them to the bone. Without the warm sun, they freeze and they die. They are beasts of the Summer, but they seek to endure in the Winter." The vain bird chortled, like the tinkling of a bell, and the two spirits spoke at length. The colorful bird's voice, like a song dancing with the bass growl of Old Bear. It is said the two made a deal.  And on swift wings the bird of many colors flew far, far to the south. To lands eternally bathed in the warmth of summer, and the rains of spring.

Many days passed, before a visitor arrived at Old Bear's cave. When Old Bear came came outside, he was greeted with a vision of a bird, with feathers scorched black, perched upon a branch, of the scrub-tree upon the rock. Beneath the tree, was a humble little flame. The black bird spoke, in a voice raspy and hoarse.

"I have brought the warmth of the sun, a piece of summer, to keep warm, the humans who share your Den." And Old Bear could do nothing, but nod solemnly.
DoN - Eveszhra, Elven Scum
IoA - Agata Tir'ennoska