Faenella, "The Fair Bard", is a performer extraordinaire
and a muse of poetry. The Fae are considered her progeny,
and share a part of her name. The elusive spirits of nature
-- including dryads,
-- are considered her "children", and most airy,
ethereal creatures of the unseen realms are also under her
The patron of Bards and adventure-seeking youths, Faenella
looks favorably on those who bear the seeds of adventure in
their hearts. Inspiration of all kinds comes from Faenella,
as well as harps and stringed instruments. Because of her
wandering ways, caravans are considered to be under her protection.
Though her primary symbol is the wren, Faenella is also fond
of many other birds and, oddly enough, felines (which she
keeps close at hand as she plays her music). Unlike some of
the other gods of Elanthia, Faenella actively appears to worshippers
and non-worshippers alike. Most often she manifests as a slender
Elven woman with glowing
brown hair and bright green eyes, but in recent memory she
came in disguise as the bard Siryn when the Bard
Guild was restored to The Crossing.
Faenella despises undead, and will ruthlessly destroy any
that dare cross her path.
Murrula symbol: Phoenix
The goddess of beauty and gifted youngsters, Murrula prefers
singing a capella (without the accompaniment of musical
instruments). Murrula cannot stand bad singing, and (depending
on how "good" or "bad" the person is),
will either silence them forever or grant them a voice of
From time to time, Murrula sends her servants to seek out
young bards to train them, and on rare occasions may even
see to training them herself (incognito, of course). She is
the protector of travelers of all kinds, and her kiss is said
to remedy hangovers instantly. Despite her love for solo singing,
she is credited as the creator of the flute and woodwinds.
Murrula is depicted as a slender Elven
lass with fiery red hair down to her knees and bright amber
Idon symbol: Heron
The "reaver" is a god of roving bands of thieves,
as well as rakish rogues who love and leave women, and mothers
who abandon their children to continue their life "unburdened".
Idon is obsessed with his own good looks; if he sees a man
or woman who he feels "outshines" him, he may turn
them into a pig.
Despite his brash vanity, Idon is charismatic -- even charming.
His lustful nature is legendary. A popular expression in the
Knife Clan is "By Idon!" When asked why they use
this turn of phrase, the response invariably is: "Because
half of us are!"
Idon's wild music is loud and annoying -- all percussion
instruments are his creation. Idon's melodies are often too
outrageous to listen to in polite company, but only the foolish
would ever dare to tell him so.
Idon appears as a black-haired and blue-eyed youth who is
lean and well-muscled. While not a good fighter, Idon is excellent
at catching people unawares, and he is second only to Damaris
in planning an ambush.