Requiem of Oblivion
Faith and Gods
Boros is the god of good fortune and inspiration. His domain is the silver moon which shares his name. His faith is popular and well-received, with small temples and shrines dotted across Aralgost. The clergy of Boros can be recognized by their garments of white and blue. Though they could be mistaken for worshipers of Bahamut, they wear distinctive belts and amulets of silver discs. They are also quieter and more withdrawn that most clergy, many of whom take vows of silence, lest their words bring ill fortune. Most priests of this moongod are skilled artisans, and it is believed that owning one of their crafts is good luck. You can often find shrines to Boros in market districts, docks, and at lonely crossroads; for the majority of individuals who pray to Him are craftsmen, sailors, and travelers.
Boros has one major holiday, and that is on the third sunday of Iunias, when the silver moon is largest in the sky, and his sister Yalas is smallest. Silver Moon Festivals are held that night all over the world, where people play, eat, drink, and celebrate good fortune. Priests make toys for children, bless marriages, and host many other prosperous rituals.
Clerics of Boros are protectors who inspire their allies to be resourceful.
Paladins of Boros are knights errant, offering protection for travelers at night.
Invokers of Boros bless their allies with fortune, while burning foes with divine moonlight.
Avengers of Boros seek out those who use scheme to ruin peoples businesses and households, as well as those who would vandalize another’s creations.
Though they are not all pacifists, the clergy of Boros are loathe to end a life, and go about it with heavy heart, for it is the antithesis of creation. However, they believe that some things must end, in order to protect others.
Common phrases heard from worshipers of Boros are: “May you walk with a silver step”, “There is no inspiration in death”, and “A moment of destruction can undo a century of creation. The moment of your destruction will preserve it”.
Yalas is the goddess of ill fortune and darkness. Her domain is the crimson moon which shares her name. Blood and death are synonymous with her name, and most dare not utter it, especially at night. Many theorize the morality of the crimson queen; some say she is amoral, others believe she is evil, yet kept in check by her brother Boros. None can say for sure, for her faithful are a highly secretive bunch. There are no public shrines or temples to her, and her worshipers do not openly don garb. Accounts of survivors who have seen these hidden places state that supplicants wear robes of dark crimson, lined with azure. As with the Borosi, they wear discs on their belts and necks, but instead they are red. Most do not see themselves as doing evil, but rather creating a necessary balance of fate.
Yalas has one major holiday, the Queen’s Reaping, the third friday of drecalias, when the red moon is largest in the sky, and her brother is smallest. On this night, worshipers have the greatest power. The dreaded Claws of Yalas perform their most difficult assassinations then. Those who believe they are targeted make every precaution to protect themselves, yet none have survived the Reaping.
Clerics of Yalas heal their allies, and sow ill fate amongst foes.
Paladins of Yalas are dark inquisitors, bringers of war and despair.
Invokers of Yalas weave darkness among foes, rending flesh and soul alike.
Avengers of Yalas are her divine assassins, leaders in the Claws’ ranks. Unstoppable executioners, they are the most feared.
Yalas’ faithful kill without hesitation, though not without reason. Those unfortunate to fall under the queen’s gaze are likely to die, but they do not murder randomly in the streets. Ill fortune abounds wherever her worshipers tread, and districts that secret a temple soon fall into poverty and ruin.
Popular sayings include “blessed be the Queen’s caress”, “you cannot hide from darkness”, and “fortune is a dream. Death is the only truth.”