While the idea was kicked around for the Temples to be shuffled towards Valencia, the issue was we didn't want cookie cutter shops and temples for the new place. With reason of course since Valencia itself offers far more then just another shadow conversion of Nanthalion. It has its own shops, metals, workers, religion.. Obviously the Valencians are Gaea worshippers, but wouldn't some of them as well worship another God? Indeed so. Something more primal and chaotic. A new God was created and is approved, however, we'd like to see stories of this new God made from a Valencian form of view, how they looked at him, how they might have worshipped, made shrines, how they thought of him, what their views were upon his help with the Moriel invasion to the Nanthalion invasion.
We are looking stories to add within the Gods pantheon itself, some that will be recreated into rituals for the Valencians new God and a few Shrine descriptions that best fit this God. Does this mean we will be looking for Priests of this god? Maybe... or maybe, not.. Following is the history had so far, a description and something that covers the Invasions of both the Moriel and the Nanthalions. Please read it carefully, submit a story or thoughts, this is a contest of sorts, and the stories we take and the stories used for rituals will gain a Voucher of 800 meherial to either the MMR or the SS. That could get you a lot of funsy things. This contest is for EVERYONE, not just those in religion.
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Uvelcra, Volcano Fire God. Description and History
Long ago when this land of mountains and peeks and dipping valleys had held its first natives before the Valencians took root within its beauty, they worshipped the hot fires that lay just beneath the earth. Helped form it, shape it, gave it life. The natives were not some restless breed but more tribal and hardy and they saw within the spitting mountain and its volcanic heat to the lava that flowed, power of an incredible nature. Once the lava was cooled they noticed how well crops would grow, how streams had been diverted to run through their dipping valley home and thus began praising the mountain itself. Each year, nearly one third of their crops was brought to the lip of the volcano, left as an offering and prayed to that the God within that shook their earth and turned it to red hotness and cooled ash would smile upon them. Never take their small homes from them and keep them safe.
Uvelcra heard their cries. He stayed the mountains spewing lava, he let the earth rest and when it would come time, he would shake the ground around them to give warning. The tribe quickly learned the signs and would move their homes further from the mountain, wait until next year and move closer to plant again. It was a time of prosperity but with prosperity, came knowledge of other Towns. Of other races, of magic and mayhem and the people lost their way to the God. They stopped offering sacrifices, they stopped caring. Uvelcra grew very broody at this, he would shake the earth, let the mountains spew forth and demand they acknowledge his presence, yet.. it was all for naught. Eventually the people of this tribe moved away, finding they did not wish to share their crops. To aspire in their knowledge and not fear a God that could only control the hotness of the inner earth.
Uvelcra grew further broodish, his temper was as easily cooled as the lava that was left to flow and become solid after a few days, but because he had no one to brood too, he kept his secrets of the mountains, to himself. Soon however, he would not be alone. The fortuitous arrival of the Valencians heralded his undying curiosity and he wondered if they would recognize what he, Uvelcra could do.
They stumbled across his old Shrines and a very few statues made in the likeness of the God, and when he felt them ready, he shook the mountain to expose a crack within it and the wealth of Gems and Valacite that lurked, waiting for them to discover, to become awed, to use and in turn to spill their thankfulness upon him. Such went as planned; they soon began restoring the statues, creating new ones, much finer pieces of art, lovely shrines. They came to his mountain often, beseeched him to watch over them, to steer the Moriel that were so hated from their new beloved home. And Uvelcra, delivered. When a large group of Moriel came sneaking about, seeking out the smoke of campfires and stoked metal worked stores, the mountain began to rumble and a terrible fire and lava flow ensued. All Valencians heard it, ran to see and hear the screams of their enemy that would now no longer be able to pass from that vector.
Pleased were the people and soon once more gifts were brought to his mountain. Art work. Fruits. Poems, Gems set so delicately within chains. He became less broodish and more open. Whispering to the ones that most heeded within their works. He began leaving dreams for them, signs and soon the culture began to slyly change and worship.
The War with Nanthalion changed all.
History tells us that the great God of the mountains began with a small native tribe. Faded and then was recreated, pleased again by the Valencians settling within his guarded treasured mountains. Yet, while prosperity had finally become natural, normal in every day speech, Nanthalion itself began its invasion. Began its war and susequently, brought the Valencians to their knees. Where was the God Uvelcra? He was watching, stroking that strong if not hot chin, watching the invaders, seeing the magics of fire, wind, earth and waters and letting his minds eye carry him towards a more prosperous future. With Elemental magics came the Fire elemental Mages.. and in such, he was most agreeable. His servants within Valencia had been and done very well for him, but with these new invaders, could not he expand upon his worshippers? Oh yes. And the God of Fire and Mountains began to think and scheme and ultimately welcomed the invaders and a new prosperous group of worshipers.
Description of Uvelcra
Uvelcra is not the tallest of the Gods and yet he is forged within the lava sculpting itself. Hard of body and muscle, dark red wavy hair that was always set free and wild. Eyes of a smoldering grey to match the ash he could spew from his mountains and his favored weapon, a Hammer to slam into the mountain itself and make it do his bidding. His temper is often quick but easy to cool and his hearty laugh is oft heard booming along the mountains. He also has a penchant for the very young, whispering in their ears, startling them, watching them tease and taunt each other to a higher way of being. A mischief maker but a wise God indeed.