Domm
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Demi-Servants
Matael
Not long after the rise of Domm to the plane of deities, he set about upon that fateful craft of the Dwarves, a people of his own devices and children to claim as his own. Those that recall the mythos of the Dwarven-kind, can equally recall the stories of Matael, that first Father and Lord of the ancient Dwarves, whose prowess in the metallurgical arts was so grand, it is often claimed that he rivaled Domm himself.
Yet, Matael's reign upon the lands of mortals was cut short by the wrath of the Infinite, who sought to scrub the very legacy of the dwarf from existence. Domm, the merciful and stern father that he was, captured Matael himself- and stood between the fated Dwarven Lord, and the Balancekeeper, as both a barrier of protection, and what could be easiest seen as a prison-warden.
Matael in this case owes the Architect for his life and continued protection. While Matael himself is granted eternal life and service within the infinite forges of Domm, he is imprisoned, never to walk the lands of mortals again. A thick, dark-haired, and burly dwarf in the prime of his age, he toils ever-onwards within the echoing halls of Aitana, crafting weapon, armor, and craftwork alike at the bidding of the Earth-Father.
It is rumored that the very weapons granted to Champions and legions of the Pantheon Deities were created by Matael, and supplied to them by Domm in a graceful dealing orchestrated by familial bonds, and ever increasing profit.
Furangis
The concept of Furangis is a curious one at best- though shares similar themes to that of Matael, in the regards that the Eternal Mountain himself stepped forth from Aitana to save the fated Engineer from her absolute demise.
Common mythos of Furangis' origin is that the prestigious Dark Elf found her home within a clan of high-borne Dwarves, serving as a member of their craftsmen and guild-keepers. Though, as is common with all skilled craftsmen, the metallurgical-type most specifically, pride found room to blossom and grow. Furangis, thinking her skill in the arts beyond all else, sought to replace her very body with the amalgamations of mechanism and magic.
Some say that indeed the Drowess was successful, replacing all but her most integral organs with complex machinations of science and arcane- yet a great collapse fell upon her. With mind stripped from body, insanity came as a swift storm within a cloudy night. Unable to register any longer what was and what wasn't, the magical construct set upon her fellow craftsmen with an unholy fury- felling them with the most gruesome of acts.
A dark and shimmering construct she was- constructed of Hadal Steel and the Root of the Mountain, twisted and scornful, seeping with blue and radiant light, it was a sight to behold, and a sight to be feared.
This blessed of his, turning upon her own people with machination that was meant to please the Architect, infuriated him. Yet, as he ascended from Aitana to strike down the fallen- mercy filled the heart of the Earth-Father upon seeing what had stricken Furangis. Taking her within his own skilled hands, the Architect reformed the mechanical construct that was Furangis' body, and corrected the flaws. Eternally binding her to his service, Furangis now serves as the just and intervening hand of Domm upon the realm of mortals.
Mythos
Once, there existed the realm of mortals- yet adorned by only the presence of the early five of the Pantheon. In a time shortly after the creation of Veltes, the realm of mortals had stabilized, and a great many societies sprung up in correlation with one another. Such was the time for growth, and the time for early civilization. Already, the stories and path of the Great Bards that brought about the creation of Oklamat had coursed throughout the lands, turning eyes and hearts to the heavens as a deity had sprung up from mortal mirth. So followed the similar story of the Architect, a deity who had once not been thought into existence, appearing from what could best be considered absolute nothingness. Yet, Domm himself did have a source- appearing within the realm of the Pantheon as a young and sturdy deity, those of the craft know the legend.
Ancient craftsmen of these early civilizations struck out further, and sought higher bounds than ever considered possible. Twelve great blacksmiths and engineers from the four largest Kingdoms sought to create a set of weaponry and armor that surpassed all others. A Blade, a Shield, a Spear, and a Cuirasse of such great potency that the bearer of these weapons would be untouchable.
The very heart and soul of the craftsmen poured into the works that had been set before them, works of art so glorious that the simple peasant, to the greatest of Magi were dumbstruck in awe of the craft. Yet, as is rumored, all works of art over time garner a portion of the very soul of their craftsman. Time passed, eons even- and the greatest Lord of each Kingdom wielded these mythical pieces once or more. Countless lives slain by the blade, and countless lives spared by the shield- injuries defended by the cuirasse, and animals felled by the spear.
Yet, in time, all things come to an end. Fallen, prostrate upon the ground, the bearer of these weapons- a heavy and aged Lord, succumbed to death in some unknown corner of the realm. With the passing of their bearer, the arms themselves fell into ruinous disrepair, becoming one with the earth and life around them. A strange and phenomenal scene occurred, as the last shred of iron faded away into dust. A dark and flame-like light descended upon the ground, as the collective spirits of the arms became one- shreds of the now long-deceased craftsmen, the spirit of the bearer, and the soul of blades knitted together in a spectacular and unearthly process.
From the ashes came a deity whose very body was once weapons of iron, and hearts of men. The Earth-Father, the Eternal Mountain, and the Architect of Legends- taking a name that was respectable, and true- Domm, was born.
Domm's Doctrine
- Anything is possible, should it be done right.
- The Craft is respected, and is never to be dishonored.
- Family First, the Hearth second.
Plane of Origin
Aitana
Such a realm is only seen within the most merry dreams of the ancient Dwarves, or the mid-summer thoughts of the wisest craftsmen, a realm of pure metal and divine intuition. Clockwork whose size rivals that of cities, suspended above an ever-toiling sea of swirling columns of liquid iron.
Within the center of this strange and everlasting construct, rests the great halls of Domm. Great hallowed spaces, where the very concepts and ideals of Domm reign so heavily. Everlasting fires from the great forges blast upwards, filling the space with a damp and earthy heat. Each hall rings with the clash of hammer upon steel, muffled as if each strike is the beating of a heart somewhere distant and unseen.
Within the very core of Aitana, lies the residence of the Earth-Father himself. A singular room whose enormous size cannot be fathomed, there rests the tools and machinations of the Architect- yet, the scent of some strange and comely odor. A location that would be best described as the mental embodiment of a stern and loving fathers' workshop. Simplicity, yet complexity- such, is the way of the Eternal Mountain.
Ideal Realm
Domm idealizes a realm where the skill and prowess of men is unfettered, yet all the while a system of balance and proper respectful relations reigns among all. In his eyes, the family unit is the greatest boon to a society, and the kin garners a greater duty than any command.
Celebration
Day of Reverence
Hosted during the weeks surrounding the Winter Solstice, this rather short day of holy reverence focuses upon the acts of beauty and skill that have been committed by one's ancestors, whether living or deceased. Set to uphold the familial and patriarchal ideas of the Earth-Father, oftentimes it involves respectful ceremony given to the deceased, and then a few hours of feast and celebration for the days to come.
Relations
- Domm supports and defends Arvora even if he were her father, despite his much younger age in terms of the Pantheon.
- Domm wishes to see Foli, the unruly mistress, punished and corrected in her path.
- Domm holds a cold respect for Vassas, though he has a distaste for the meddling of the Eldest Deity.
- Domm holds a neutral eye towards all others of the Pantheon.
Myths and Speculation
- Some say that Domm himself crafted the great stones that hold the depths of the world aloft, and that one can hear his whispers in the Deep.
- It is claimed if one digs deep enough, they find their way to Aitana.
| The Gods |
| Arvora • Bahari • Belek • Dahriim • Domm • Foli • Morto |
| Oklamat • Ombra • Sol • Sterk • Vassas • Venti • Vikret |
| The World of Aethius • The Multiverse of Aethier |
