DAY 05 - ASERADIVA Goddess of Dreams & Sacrifice ✧ Warden of Unseen Magic ✧ The Last Offering

The Final Dream

Once, a young girl named Mirevas found herself in the Fade as she slept. Each night she wandered through landscapes that were not her own - starless skies of inky black, sunsets in blues and greens, forests that walked with her as she meandered in her dreams. One night, she finds a path that had been hidden to her - it was the dream of another. There was no sun, no moon, no sky. A dark abyss of emptiness, and inside of it lay a small boy, crying. She asked him again and again, why did he cry? But, he gave no answer. Each night Mirevas returned to the boy’s dream. She shared pieces of herself, fragments of the world she lived - through stories, and laughter. Mirevas gathered each drop of the boys tears until one day the boy smiled. The next night, Mirevas called out to Aseradiva in the Fade, finding her standing in the middle of a small creek, her fingers trailing through the water, fish swimming around the Goddess’ ankles. Mirevas asked her, “Why is the boy stuck inside an abyss? It is cold, and it is dark.” Aseradiva knelt in the water so that the girl could see into her eyes, a gentle kindness in her gaze before she spoke, “The boy is one of the Unwaking. Lost in his Dreams until Falon’din sees fit to release him.” Mirevas shook her head, that could not be. The poor boy was so young. She thought for a moment, swallowing softly. A hushed whisper, “If I give myself to the Fade, could he wake?” A sacrifice, a moment of selflessness to appease the Gods, and grant mercy on the Unwaking boy. Aseradiva nodded, the girl’s desire to save the boy brought an aching to her heart. “If you join the Fade, I will ensure that he wakes.” Mirevas laid down, giving every small fragment of herself to the Fade - her name, her life, her flesh and bone, until she became the ground beneath her, joining the fabric of the Fade, and the thread that held dreams together. The Unwaking woke, remembering nothing of his time in the abyss, and nothing of the girl who sacrificed herself for him. Sometimes, on the wind when he closes his eyes, he can hear a soft bubble of laughter, and the threads of the Fade sigh. The Fade may keep no names, but it remembers acts of love.

The Forgotten Ones are a mysterious group of elven gods and are a maligned aspect of the ancient Elven pantheon, the other half being the benevolent Creators led by Mythal and Elgar'nan. During the event the Dalish elves refer to as the Great Betrayal, the Dread Wolf Fen'Harel was said to have tricked both sets of gods: locking the Forgotten Ones away from the world in their realm of the abyss, and shutting the Creators away in their realm of the heavens. According to popular belief, not even the Dalish properly remember the Forgotten Ones since then, outside of their dreams. Legend suggests the Forgotten Ones were many, but even the names of most of them have been largely lost to time, making their title exceedingly appropriate. Some fragments of lore do remain, however, as do intimations of their intentions. (source)

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DAY 03 - FEN'HAREL God of Rebellion, Cunning & Freedom ✶ He Who Hunts Alone ✶ The Dread Wolf

The Grief of Fen'harel

Long ago, in a grotto hidden beneath the sky, surrounded by stone, a single moonflower opened its petals under the light of the moon. Its glow both soft, and pale. It drew the land of the Fade closer to it as if it were a dream itself. The air around the flower tasted like a sweet honey on the tongue, and filled those who stood near it happy memories that were once buried too deep to remember. A lone wolf came to the moonflower, lured by its gentle radiance, and rested beside it. As the nights passed, the wolf grew attached, and protective of the moonflower that only bloomed in the dead of night when the world was in its slumber. He could not sleep in the darkness, for too many evils lay in wait for the moonflower to open its petals. He watched over it, and sang to it while the moon lay overhead. In the blinding light of the day, he slept beside it. The wolf learned the comfort of no longer being alone, the joy that came from protecting something that was meant to be loved. Happiness finally unburdened, and unafraid. The moonflower responded in kind. Each night when it bloomed, it did no longer reached for the light of the moon as it once did, it found comfort in the presence of the wolf, turning its petals toward him. Radiant, alive, and thriving. Its glow brighter. But the brighter the moonflower bloomed, the closer darkness crept. Nightmares whispered in the grass, and on the winds. A warning in the chill that settled in the grotto with each passing night. The wolf could not have known the danger the darkness, and no matter how tightly he guarded, how fiercely he growled, the flower’s time would end sooner than it should. One night, when the moon was full and the stars shone bright, the darkness found the moonflower. Its petals fell like tears on the wolf’s muzzle, before scattering in the wind. The wolf mourned its loss with a broken howl. It’s lament could be heard by the moon, the stars, and as day broke, the moonflower disappeared. It is said the wolf still seeks the moonflower that was once his to protect, howling into the darkness, forever mourning what love shone brightest in the darkest nights.

DAY 04 - GELDAURAN God of War & Strategy ⚔ Lord of the Turning Tide ⚔ The Unseen General

Verse of Battle

War is both chaos and control, service and command. Let blood trail from my hands in honor of another. This does not come from rage, or fear. This is what must be done. I do not unsheathe my blade to sate my own lust for battle - I bring forth the sword of witness to end the silence of the oppressed.

DAY 01 - ANARIS God of Truth & Memory ☽ Voice of What Was ☾ The One Who Watches

On Grief

Once, there was one of the People. An elvhen named Abelas who lost his heart. His sorrow was all consuming, and endless so he fled into the forest to search for a place of peace. Since he was a young child there were tales of a large black stag who would take memories in exchange for something greater - a glimpse of what was to come - if only one could find it. Any of the People could petition the stag to take a memory, and that is what Abelas wished for. The man fell to his knees in the middle of the forest where no bird sang, no wind whistled through the trees. Only the sounds of his gasping cries. An anguished shout as he called for the stag, begging him to take his memory of his husband from him so he did not have to suffer in his absence. “Sathan, please! Stag of Truth and Memory! Take these memories from me! Sunder them from my mind so that I may forget his voice, his laughter, his touch. I cannot continue without him, for it is agony to remember who I will never hold again.” The forest gave him no answer, the stag did not appear. Abelas called out once more, his voice a song filled of despair, ”I do not ask for anything in return, merely to forget.” After the final word left his lips, a great black stag stepped from the trees. Taller than any creature Abelas had seen before, antlers forming a crown like a king, and as quiet as a final breath. Its antlers arched toward the sky like gnarled, darkened branches of a tree older than time, and from them hung ribbons, bells and small scraps of paper. Each marked in ink, some new, some faded with age. Names lost to time, others stained with tears long since dried. At first, the stag did not speak, a silence marred with the soft twinkling of bells as a breeze floated through the forest. Then, Abelas heard a voice within his mind, the stag stared at him with unblinking yet gentle eyes, ”You seek to forget. But to forget is not a mercy. You would abandon all memory - both joy and pain - to ease your longing?” The man rose onto his knees, and bowed his head to the great stag. His voice filled with the bitter taste that came with grief, ”I cannot live with the weight of all that I must remember of him.” The stag lowered its head so that its brow rested upon Abelas’, his great antlers curling around him in comfort. That soundless voice in Abelas’ mind returned, ”To grieve is to remain bound to the truth. Do you truly wish to sever the thread of his memory, to remove that last fragment of truth that binds you to him? Child, let your heart break beneath the memory of love, do not let yourself grow hollow in his absence. For if you remember him, he is not gone.” As the man started to weep - for he knew the words of the stag only brought truth - he felt the comfort of the fond memory of his marriage. A beautiful spring day filled with laughter, and love, that should not be forgotten. To carry the memory of his love was worth the pain that weighed upon his heart. On unsteady feet, Abelas rose to stand. He removed a strip of fabric from the cloak of his husband, and knotted it around an antler. With a shake of the stags’ head, the bells that hung from its antlers chimed in the wind, creating a sense of calm in the clearing. Before it left, the stag spoke once more, ”Without memory, they are gone. Carry them, do not cast them aside. For you will be reunited with them when your time comes to pass.” As Abelas exited the forest, walking back to his home, his grief had not lessened but it no longer felt like an open wound, it felt like a promise.

DAY 02 - DAERN'THAL God of Nightmares & Domination † Lord of Chains † The Shadow Tyrant

Prayer to the Shadow Tyrant

Daern’thal, Lord of Chains - Hear me, not as a supplicant seeking your favor, but as one who knows I must prove myself worthy of your guidance. Know that I do not come to kneel, but to bend the world as you once bent dreams of mortals. Master of Nightmares - You walk in the shadows of the sleeping minds, and bringing the fears of those who cross your path to the surface. Teach me to wield terror as you do: with precision, with purpose, and with triumph. By your will, I claim my rightful place. By your gaze, I rise without challenge. By your chains, my will is done.

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DAY 06 - THE FORGOTTEN ONES | THE ERA'VUN Rebels against the tyranny of the Evanuris

The Litany to the Sleeping Sun

Era’vun, those who dwell in shadow - hear me now and guide me through the darkness. Anaris, the Voice of What Was, guide me in finding truth behind lies and memory in the forgotten. Aseradiva, the Warden of Unseen Magic, teach me strength within sacrifice and the wisdom hidden in dreams. Daern’thal, the Lord of Chains, may your eyes look elsewhere and your nightmares fade before I wake. Nerien, That Who Unmakes, show me that change is inevitable and that through decay, new beginnings arise. Geldauran, the Unseen General, lend knowledge of the art of war and grant judgment to know which battles to fight. Fen’harel, He Who Hunts Alone, walk beside me in defiance and guard my freedom with your cunning teeth. Era’vun, keepers of silence - watch over me and leave me unbroken for wherever my path may lead.