Rift: Travels Through Telara Part 10 - Gods of The Vigil
Join Guardian scribe, Padraic, and his trusty, yet slow-witted lackey Bran, as they travel the length and breadth of Telara documenting the people, places, history, and folklore of the world. Before its all gone.
Travels Through TelaraBy Padraic
Greetings, dear reader. Today you find myself and Bran going through something of a rough patch. I am still angry at him for his actions last week, actions that had us both hiding up a tree for some hours while the husband of a barmaid Bran had taken a fancy to hunted us like game.
While stuck up that tree, I discussed the Gods of the Blood Storm, so it only makes sense that this week I would talk a bit about their opposite number, the Vigil. The Vigil is a sort of conglomerate made up of the five Gods of Telara. After the Blood Storm Wars they created the Ward to help protect the world from these attacking Dragon Gods. But since then they have been worryingly silent. The Guardians think they will one day return to save us all, while the Defiant think they have abandoned us and left us to fight by our-selves. I do not know the truth of this. Nobody does.
The first of the gods is Thedeor, the god of war. Thedeor cuts an imposing figure, clad in intricate plate armor, a massive two-handed sword gripped in his hands. He is Justice incarnate. He defends those too small and weak to defend themselves, (Like Bran, for instance.) He looks favorably on bravery, self-sacrifice, and fighting for the greater good of all mankind. He is also an unforgiving God. He abhors cowardice in all its forms. Even a momentÂs weakness will earn you his ire. Thedeor is also known as the God of Swords, for reasons that should be rather obvious.
Thontic is something of an enigma. Many people look on him as their patron saint, but these people range across a wide variety of lifestyles. From thieves, to sailors, to traders, to travelers to spies. Thontic is known as the God of the Sea, the God of Mystery. I suppose one can see the link between the two. Nothing is more mysterious than what lurks beneath the dark depths of the ocean. People pray to Thontic when they are setting out on long journeys, hoping the God will watch over and protect them. But scholars also worship him, those who study the mysteries of magic.
In the city of Sanctum, most commerce takes place in Thontic Square, where every exchange, every barter, every haggled price, is said to bring him great pleasure.
Tavril is the goddess of nature. She is the earth mother, the glint of sunshine on a lake one summerÂs afternoon, the rustle of crisp autumn leaves blown about in a blustery grey sky, the frigid kiss of cheek-numbing wind in the depths of winter. She is the protector of the wilds of Telara. She is the fickleness of nature. Those who are at one with nature will be treated favorably. But those who destroy, those who cut back and try to tame the wilds of the worlds, will be looked upon as her enemy.
Before the Vigil formed , she was the patron of the High Elves. She shared a special bond with them. She was their protector, and they were hers.
Personally, I think Tavril is the most powerful of all the gods.
Lastly we have Mariel-Taun. She is the goddess of love and beauty, the patron of lovers, healers, and the arts. She is the heart of the Vigil. She wants nothing more than for her followers to make things, to tap into their creative sides. She encourages her followers to dream, to reach out and attempt anything they want to. She wants her followers to show compassion, to protect and improve Telara. She is the goddess of community and compassion.
War is anathema to Mariel-Taun. War is the destruction of everything she holds dear. Even in these dark times she wishes us all to pause, to find beauty in the world around us. And although this may seem difficult, when we do find something worthy of Mariel-Taun, it is all the more powerful for being so hard-won. The heart of the Vigil wants us to find love wherever we can find it, and to share it joyfully.
I sigh. Who am I to condemn Bran for following his heart. He is young, romantic. Not for him the heavy cynicism of middle age. By his actions yesterday, Bran opened his heart to Mariel-Taun. By judging him, condemning him, I opened my heart to the Blood Storm.
It is I who was in the wrong, not Bran.
Bugger. That means I have to apologize. Never been much good at that.