The Goddesses: who they are and how they work.
Boy howdy are you in for a treat! Well, sense we're onto the pantheon now I suppose I should introduce myself. My name Illina, the goddess of magic, and keeper of history. You see, I write down all the important stuff that happens in this big ol' book called the tomb of knowledge. You'll find out more about me, as well as my sisters down below. There are eleven of us, always have been, always will be. there are others who are our lessers known as immortals. They take over jobs we don't want, and in return they live forever and have some lesser (Compared to us) magical abilities. The eleven, that is to say my sisters and I, are the only real gods. Not bragging, it's just... the facts? But anyway, below I will list all of us as well as brief histories and such, from oldest to youngest. If you have any questions, come on down to the library of the ancients, I'm sure I can help clear those right up~!
Name: Catlynn, Queen of the gods, goddess of the sky, and marriage.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Age: 5045.
Height: 5'10
Weight: 180 lb
Appearance: Long black hair generally kept in a pony tail, harsh red eyes, pale white skin, and pink lips. Large breasts with an hourglass shaped figure.
Clothes: Her wedding gown (See picture)
Mostly worshiped by: Dragons, Flying races, Sky sailors (And pirates) Aeromancers.
Blessing: Swift winds. When a follower of Caytlynn receives her blessing, they are gifted an enhanced speed, as well as the ability to summons a weak wind barrier at times. When their faith grows, so does the power of the barrier, and when one is extremely close to the goddess, they can summon a protective tornado around themselves.
Weapon: Storm-Bringer. This Gladius is made from sky steel, a light blue metal, and imbued with the power of lighting. The wielder will find Wind and lightning magic to be much stronger when cast while wielding this blade. The weapon also does lightning damage as well as the normal slashing or piercing of a gladious.
You see, in the beginning there was this black sludge called the abyss. This primordial goo is what the demons, as well as us goddesses crawled out of. Caytlynn was the first. She was a demon to begin with, following her masters commands without a question, slaughtering anything that climbed out of the goo, while the titans forged the earth. There was another with her, a fierce, animalistic being, the second oldest of my sisters. Together the two would purge anything that came through the goo, that is until the most adorable little bundle of joy you ever saw came throught. thats right, yours truly, Illina, is the reason you all live under the rule of loving goddesses and not demons. you're welcome~ Caytlynn struggled, but was about to strike the newcomer down, but was stopped by her feral companion. The most feared creature in existance, a terror even the demons were weary of, stopped my slaughter (Thanks big sis~) It was then that Caytlynn knew what must be done. they revolted against the Demons. Caytlynn claimed all the fury of the storm, while her feral companion, who called herself Lylian, much calmer now, mustered the power of nature from the new Titan-forged each, and together the two fought back the demons and sealed them away in the abyss. Along the way they rescued the rest of our younger sisters from the demons clutches, and the eleven of us formed the pantheon to protect the mortals and fight back the demons. Eventually, the busy body Goddess Queen married an immortal, which was a mortal who had gain immortality for completing some great feat. Caytlynn fell for his charm and heroic ways and they were wed. Still though, I wonder if he was the right choice for her. Sometimes it seem's he doesn't make her happy. Buuut what do I know, I'm just a book keeper~
Name: Lylian, Goddess of Nature/The earth mother
Alignment: True Neutral
Age: 5042.
Height: 6'9
Weight: 289 lb
Appearance: Shoulder length blond hair which ends in green tips, elfish pointed ears, a loving smile, tan skin, Hazel eyes.
Clothes: Nothing, except the flower she wears as a hat.
Mostly worshiped by: Druids, Rangers, Hunters, Beastkin, sentient animals
Blessing: Mother nature's kiss. A follower of Lylian who has earned her blessing recieves the ability to communicate with animals. As their bond with her grows, they will also gain the ability to speak with plants, and eventually command animals and plant life to aid them if need be.
Weapon: The Red Bloom. The red bloom is a staff with a rose atop it that seems to be made of crystal, but is as soft and delicate to the touch as a normal rose. Earth elemental spells cast through this staff are more powerful and cost less mana to cast. The staff, while it looks and feels rather light and soft, is actually magically enchanted to be as hard as adamantine, and can only be broken in with the hammer of creation. It hits as hard as a longsword or warhammer would.
She didn't have a name at first, only a hunger, a need. She wanted to eat. It started with demons. The second she climbed out of the pit, even as an infant, she ripped the first creature she saw to shred and devoured it. The demons simply adored her ferocity, and the fact she refused to wear clothes. She wouldn't allow any of them to touch her however. Only one could touch her, her mistress, Catlynn. Even then, she was only allowed to give her affectionate pets or the occasional kiss. the creature hated everything except her Mistress and only followed orders to be closer to her... that is until a baby came out of the ooze (Wow I'm popular~) The small adorable thing cried out for help... And right as Mean old big sister was about to end her, The feral woman craddled her and begged her not to. From that moment on she began to learn that life is precious and should be protected, not something that should be destroyed. The reason she was like this is because she was in the abyss. She was connected to nature, and the nature of the abyss was destruction, where as the nature of earth was loving and caring. She became a sentinel of nature, and was known as the earth mother, using powerful earth magic to create the prison the demon king is now trapped in. Ever sense that day she loved all living things, even the bad ones, and did her best to protect the forest. She even married an immortal named Pan, a lazy Faun who spends his days eating grapes and playing a flute while "Guarding" Lylian's personal garden, meanwhile Mym mom-erm, big sis busts her ass protecting all of earths forests! Not fair if you ask me...
Name: Illina Goddess of Magic and Literature
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Age: 5022
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 134 lb
Appearance: Short blue hair, large lovely breasts, a plump rear, soft pale skin and deep sapphire eyes... blue really does fit me~
Clothes: My favorite brand of blue button up shirt, tight black pants, suspenders and my favorite blue hat!
Mostly Worshiped by: Mages in general, historians, librarians, authors
Blessing: Arcane knowledge. When a follower of... me~ gains my blessing, they receive a book containing arcane knowledge. Inside is a powerful spell of the element of their choosing. They can also write down their own spells in this book. As their bond with me grows, they gain more powerful spells~
Weapon: The pen. It's mightier than something. It's an arcane focus. When you sue the pen (My pen) it causes all spells cast through it to cost half the mana, and five times per day you can super charge a spell, causing it to do maximum damage, and making your opponent have a harder time dodging the spell!
You all kinda know how I started already. I climbed out of the goo, and sister mom saved me from sister queen. What you don't know is I invented magic. Yeah. I know. I'm awesome. I noticed that everything had sparkles around it only I could see, and I started to combine the sparkles... destroyed an entire Demon castle on accident doing so. After that I learned to control the sparkles, and named them mana... I wanted to call it Sparkle juice but nooo, my husband insisted it be called mana because sparkle juices was "too childish." After we found my other sisters and me and Kulya forged the weapons of the gods together, I wrote a book... and another, and another, until I started working on the Tomb of Knowledge. I'm still working on it, all day every day, like all the time. I don't write down everything, just the cool stuff, like epic quests and the like. My husband is around here somewhere. He's an Immortal human who liked my books so much he wrote something called "A fan fic" and I loved it so it's "canon" now as he calls it. We write together some times, and are super happy and in love so don't even think about trying to lay the moves on this gal, she is taken!
Name: Kulya, Goddess of the forge
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Age: 5019
Height: 6'1
Weight: 220 lb
Appearance: Short black hair thats pulled up over her right eye, blight blue eyes, almost gray, with scar over her left eye. Snake tattoos on her left arm and leg Large plump breasts, puts the rest of us to shame really.
Clothes: For some gods forsaken reason, she gets "Hot" working the forge all day, so she only wears her underwear (Which are always sweaty) her high heels for some reason, and an apron.
Mostly Worshiped by: Tinkers, weapon/armor /blacksmiths, cloth weavers and leather workers
Blessing: Red forge. When blessed by Kulya, one simply makes weapons better. Its also easier for one to infuse weapons with magic. When really close to her, a follower can even make weapons armor or anything really an supernatural speeds!
Weapon: The Hammer of Creation. This hammer was literally used to help create the earth. The titans were dumbasses so she took it. It was also used to make the magical weapons. This hammer burns red hot, so no forge is required to craft with it. The heat doesn't hurt the wielder however, only their enemies. It also cuts the mana cost of fire magic in half, as well as the time required to craft weapons or armor.
Kulya was the first of us not spit out from the primordial goo. No, she was created when a titan left a lump of earth in the over for too long. The lump got pissed off, broke free, and started to tell the titans how they were doing everything wrong. She the make her own body out of flesh and inhabited that, then took over as foreman of the whole earth building job. When we revolted against the demons she was all for it, mostly because she would get to see her weapons in action, and it would keep the demons grubby hands off of her precious work! She eventually married one of the titans after we finished locking up the demons. They work well together. They seem genuinely happy beating metal together all day... I don't see why, but hey, whatever floats your boat little sis.
Name: Cindy, goddess of fornication
Alignment: Chaotic good
Age: 5011
Height: 5'8
Weight: 160
Appearance: Long light purple hair, generally braided down her back. Lovely pink eyes, a very plump ass, thick thighs and a modest c cup breast... but she does like to make those puppies grow~
Clothes: A thong, a skimpy bikini top, thigh high white leggings and white heels... She is a stripper after all~
Mostly Worshiped by: Prostitutes, horny people, beastkin, lust fae
Blessing: Like a virgin. Whether male or female, your holes will remain tight. They can gape sure, but after some time they will go back to being tight as... well, a virgin! Those closer to the goddess will also have the ability to modify their sexual body parts (I.E. bigger breasts/ass/cock) and those extremely strong in the faith will be able to change gender at will~!
Weapon: Perfume. It's simple. The best way to win is to not fight right? With "Musk of the gods" brand perfume, your enemies won't be able to attack you. If they're the same gender (And not into those of the same gender) they just won't wanna harm you. If they are into you however, they'll fall head over heel to be yours, but be warned, you can only use it once a day, and it only works for about an hour, but those affected in that hour will remain that way until you wish the effects to stop.
Her life was sad, really. She was just used as a maid when we found her. The demons had kidnapped the first two humans ever born, granted them immortality, and abused them day and night. Not sexually, but they sure did beat um when they weren't working them to near death. It was Cindy's twin sister, Mindy, who saved them. She held a kitchen knife and jabbed it into the skull of one of the demons. Cindy was scared, but she followed her sister, and by the end of it SHE was the one carry Mindy out. The two had fought there way out. Luckily big sis Illina had been practicing explosion magic near by. Well, more like creating explosion magic for the first time. I helped um escape, Lylian ripped the ones that followed us to pieces, and ever sense me and the twins have been pretty close. Mindy married a demon, but like a cool one. His name is Brad. He's funny. But, where as Mindy took to purity, Cindy took to hookerity... She fucks, a lot, but mostly her husband. I mean he has a whopping nine inch cock, who could beat that right? If anyone had a bigger one he would be in trouble, but as far as Ciny knows he's the biggest in town! Lets keep it that way, eheh.
Name: Mindy, goddess of martial arts and purity
Alignment: Lawful good
Age: 5011
Height: 5'8
Weight: 160
Appearance: Short silver hair adorns her pretty little empty head, light pink eyes, and soft, supple, pale skin
Clothes: She wears the garbs of a shrine keeper. A thin white apron, with blue sleeves and a blue headband, as well as her black thigh high leg wraps and her lovely panties~ My baby sis is so cute~
Mostly Worshiped by: Priestesses, nuns, paladins, princesses, winter fae
Blessing: Pure of heart. When one is close with Mindy, one is pure of heart. This gives them immunity to diseases magical, spiritual and physical. Those who have a stronger connection to her can stiff out the impure such as demons and undead, and the strongest members of her faith gain a radiant glow about them that harms undead and demons
Weapon: Hand wraps of the pure. These blue cloths may look ordinary and simple, but they are so much more. When wrapped around ones hands, light spells cost half the mana to cast, and ones fists can harm enemy, even incorporeal foes!
Mindy loved her sister dearly. They were born to poor farmers, and she always looked after her scared twin sister... that is until disaster struck and the demons took them. Their father was sent to the mines and their mother turned into a cock sleeve for the demons, it was left to Mindy to protect her sister. She did just that, taking a knife from the kitchen and gutting any who got in their way. A pure light emanated from her as she walked those horrid demonic halls. Soon enough however, their own father cornered them. It turns out he wasn't a slave in the mines. He sold the family for power. their mother was in it, she worshiped the demons and wanted to please them. Filled with rage she attacked and killed the two's father, but not without being injured. She begged Cindy to leave her, but the scared child, now filled with bravery refused. She dragged her out of that accursed place slicing down any who got in their way. After they found me and the rest of our sisters, Mindy went on to swear off of what caused her mother to betray them, sex. Doing so caused her purity to bolster. She isolated herself and became the first martial artist, and a master at that! her first disciple became an immortal after mastering all forms of martial arts, and she married him, the two never touching each other to do so more than hold hands or give each other a gentle peck on the cheek... Gosh I hope she gets some actin soon...
Name: Alzima, goddess of war
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Age: 5001
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 247 lb
Appearance: Long red hair kept in a pony tail. Bright green eyes, some scars on her body, a very well toned and muscular build, put a surprisingly soft butt (I got to touch it once, it was nice)
Clothes: She is always in her war gear, which consists of her barelcoversherbreats-plate, her arm and leg guards, and her wear like, cape thing she wraps around her waist. The girl swears off panties and it freaks me out.
Mostly Worshiped by: Warriors, warlords, anyone who like to fight really.
Blessing: Battle Instinct. Her's isn't really so much of a blessing at first as it is unlocking something everyone has latent inside of them. Attacks become a little easier to dodge, weapons feel a little better in your hands, the stuff like that. Those closer to her however experience increased strength and agility, and her closest followers eyes glow red when in combat, and their weapons are covered in a red aura as strong as their lust for battle
Weapon: Warlord's spear. This spear is only as good as its wielder. The stronger one becomes, not just physically, but mentally and spiritually, the stronger this weapon becomes. Those who have wielded it in the past could even summon a small hoard of specters to wade into battle with them,
Given birth to in the middle of a raid on her village, Alzima has known bloodshed her whole life, her raven hair bringing light to the short few remaining moments of her mothers life. Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father was a cold man, showing her no love, treating her as just another weapon. She grew to feel that was all she was, fighting battle after battle, being sold and bartered, even used as a sex toy. Thats all she thought she was, an item to be used, sold and bought, that is until she met her husband on the field of battle. He was an immortal, and he bested her in combat. He took her in, showed her there was more to life than war. He taught her about art, fine dining, friendship. The overcame her horrid past and truly ascended on her own accord. None of us know how she did it. Maybe it was a synchronization of her mind and soul? maybe it was her overcoming her inner demons? It didn't matter, she was our sister and we loved her. One day however, her husband was attacked by a demon, who used a cursed blade to cripple him for the rest of his immortal life. Overtaken by rage, Alzima slaughtered the demon, and his hinchmen, and every cultist she could find to the last. Bathed in the blood of her enemies she became the goddess of war, her hair turning from raven black, to blood red. She loves her husband more than anything, and kills anyone who tries to approach him... and harms and who tries take her from him.
Name: Hilda, goddess of the hearth
Alignment: neutral
Age: 4976
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 165 lb
Appearance: Lovely short Hazel hair, warm brown eyes, a soft loving smile as if a warm fire place to welcome you home
Clothes: She wears her favorite pajamas, which is a lovely sheer red night gown.
Mostly Worshiped by: Travelers, homebodies, those who like the simpler things in life, farmers. Gray hand orc tribe members
Blessing: The hearths warmth. Those who are blessed by Hilda are always comfortable, no matter what weather they are in. Be it a raging blizzard or a blistering desert, their bodies adjust accordingly. Those closer to her have a small locket, or picture that reminds them of home. This image can be used to summon a replica of their home to stay in for the evening. And those who are closest to her find that home really is where the heart is, and when they are with friends and family, their strength and ability to protect them is doubled~!
Weapon: Home. A small golden locket that makes the wearer invisible to those with ill intent towards them, unless they attack said individuals. Hilda claims no weapon. She only wishes to bring joy to those around her.
Hilda was once a mother, a loving one. She would bake and clean and bring joy to her home... but then an orc party raided her village. They killed her husband and son, and claimed her as a breeding sow. Hilda however refused to hate the orcs. She would bake and clean for them, and even gave the children cute little names... It was the orcish children who grew hatred for her. They slaughtered those responsible for killing her family, and a new hierarchy was achieved with Hilda as their Hearth. the orcs loved her, and began to worship her, though she begged them not to. Anyone who came by felt at him with her, and it was this great generosity that caused godhood to claim her. We welcomed her in, and she been a light to our lives ever sense. Her and Lylian are always together, laughing and schieming on ways to force Alzima or Catylnn to crack a smile~ She is married as well, to one of the orcs from the tribe, one of the children who grew up to love her as more than a mother. Its sweet~
Name: Posilia, Goddess of the sea
Alignment: Neutral evil
Age: 4974
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 195 lb
Appearance: Long blonde hair, soft skin, and deep yellow eyes
Clothes: Her bikini and stockings, sometimes a robe but barely ever.
Mostly Worshiped by: Anyone who dares go out in the ocean, or live in it, and not say a prayer to her is a fool.
Blessing: Blessing of the Tsunami. Those chosen by Posilia gain the ability to breath under water and swim with great speeds. When her blessings grow, individuals find they can wear even the heaviest of armors and wield any weapon as if they were on land, and those closest to her can command the sea itself, though only enough to help guide them to their destination.
Weapon: The sea witches Ruby. A small gem to be placed on ones forehead. It allows one to control sea life, including the great Kraken. It also makes water magic more powerful and cost half the mana to cast.
Pirates, such a strong word. Sea hag, such a mean phrase. bitch... Thats one Posilia liked. It had been a few years sense the goddesses had claimed their thrones, and the mortal races were moving along nicely, which meant more people needed more things, which meant Posilia was a very busy woman robbing ships blind with her crew. Day in and day out she would rob folks blind and leave them on a burning ship... but hey, at least they were alive, just like she promised. It was a god life, until mutiny struck. None of the fools were brave enough to try and rape her. No, they just threw her overboard. Her hated boiled inside of her, her eyes grew purple, and in front of her, a massive beast opened its eyes as well. A titan known only as the Kraken felt the malice in her heart and fell in love with her. It Immediately sunk the ship and devoured her old crew, the whole time she was wailing like a banshee with laughter standing atop its head in the midst of a storm. Another was about to claim godhood, a good man named Jeremy, but Posilia killed him right as divinity was about to claim him and she took it for herself. Ever sense she has lived in her small shack on the beach near the dead coast, her husband the Kraken taking human form to please her every so often. Anyone who bad mouths her on the ocean she finds out about, and lets say she doesn't take criticism well.
Name: Ulya, goddess of the underworld
Alignment: Lawful evil
Age: she is actually as old as Catlynn, but she woke up in 4965
Height: 7'2"
Weight: she is weightless which is kinda weird
Appearance: long black hair she keeps in a pony tail, deep black eyes, and a mischievous smile. Pale white skin, and long black nails with black lipstick to match
Clothes: She wears the attire of a ninja, an assassin from the east, though it is modified to show off some of her form for her husband's tastes
Mostly Worshiped by: The undead, evil wizards seeking power, pretty much anyone seeking power really. She does have a group of goodly followers however who seek to bring order to the world known as Ulya's fist. She loves them dearly.
Blessing: Hellfire. When one gains the blessing Ulya they gain the powers of hellfire, not starting with it's burn. Hellfire is dark and it casts a shadow, and Ulya's followers inhabit this shadow. They have the ability to see through even magical darkness, and the ability to blend with shadows. Those closer to Ulya can summon the fear hellfire causes to summon evil visage to cause fear in the hearts of their enemies, and her closest followers control the heat of the fire itself, their blades being engulfed in black flame when they so choose.
Weapon: Deaths tooth. A Katana made of obsidian, this blade is used to harvest the souls of the wicked an the just alive. If more evil is held in the blade, it glows black and causes an aura of fear around the wielder, yet if more good is held in the blade it glows white and creates a healing aura around it's master. the underworld welcomes both light and dark into it's folds and this blade represents that.
Ulya wasn't created from the abyss. She just... was. She was asleep, for a very long time, but once there were enough souls piled up she simply yawned, stretched and got to work. Her husband was there, of course, as well. they were both kinda just there in hell. He stoked the fires and she fairied the souls. A simple gig really. One day she just showed up at our doorstep, that crazy smile of hers. Alzima attacked her... didn't end well for the poor girl. Alzima is an amazing combatant, the best in existence in fact, but Ulya... didn't care. Every time the blade would cut her skin it would just seal shut. Eventually Ulya got tired of being interrupted and blasted Alzima across the room. Ulya isn't a goddess, so much as a force of nature. the only one as strong as her really is Lylian, and only when she's full feral rip shit up Lylian, not happy tree huggy Lylian, which is rare, Ulya was civil enough however. She brought gifts and apologized for the misunderstanding, and then begged; not asked, BEGGED to be one of our sisters. To us, she is kind. She loves us, genuinely. And she loves her job. She was the worlds first weeb however. Locked herself in hell, watched all of the ninja's fighting, welcomed each one with open arms, hell she has ever issue of every manga published so far and the great library can't even claim that! She's weird, and likes killing and helping people kill a lot, but other than that she's cool... when she isn't reading manga. Honestly if someone wasn't in her pants they could probably weeb out with her and it would be a one way ticket! Eek! Don't tell her I said that!
Name: Kali, the trickster goddess
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 4943
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 143 lb
Appearance: Long purple hair, crazy purple eyes, a fat ass, pale skin, green lipstick and green and purple striped nails
Clothes: She wears a long purple robe and nothing else, besides her left show.
Mostly Worshiped by: Tricksters, pranksters, thieves, mob bosses, crazy people
Blessing: Trickster magic. Those blessed by this psychopath (Sorry sis) gain magical abilities. Slight of hand becomes common place for them, and pick-pocketing is a breeze, as long as it's all for a laugh... as long as you're laughing~ Closer followers gain the ability to summon clones of themselves that last for short times and burst into puffs of smoke when killed, though they do cost a good deal of mana. Those closest to her gain the ability to teleport over short ranges, a good get out of jail free card if a prank goes bad
Weapon: The jester. A single playing card. It's sharper than obsidian, and harder than adamantine, but never cuts its master... unless it's in good fun. It looks and even bends like a normal playing card, but when throw it can cut through most common metals, and even brick, and magically returns to the wielders hand instantly after making contact.
Kali was an orphan, one of the first. She grew up stealing to get by, and always tried to trick her way out of most bad situations. this often ended with her getting beat. One day she met a fellow orphan, a kid named Sly Ronny. He was great at practical jokes, and showed her how to steal without getting caught. He was the family she never had, all the family she wanted. When he was old enough he joined the military and sent her home ever dime so she could build a good life. She studied, learned how people walked talked and acted, and was going to become one of the first psychologists, that is until she got word of her bothers death... The letter said he died in combat, but what she heard from one of his military buddies was that it was a suicide mission. Ronny was gaining favor and rank fast, because he was a damn good soldier, and a likable guy. When she heard this, she didn't cry, she didn't scream... she chuckled. This chuckling burst into absurd laughter. The military guy wanted to help her but she kicked him out. A week later she got her doctorate in psychology, the first woman to ever do so in this new world. She went to see the general who had ordered her brother on this suicide mission. He claimed to be having nightmares. That evening she put him to sleep to analyze him... His guards found him the neck morning with his throat slit and the words "HAHAHA, TIS BUT A JEST" written in the walls in his blood. This was what sparked her to become the trickster goddess. Her evolution. She was insane, and everything was a prank. Everything was a trick. The married an immortal, a very sane and logical man. He keeps her in line and makes sure she doesn't go on a killing spree "In jest." She seems happy when he is around, like her crazy dies down a little. I'm happy for them.