Re: Group Two: Weaving a Tale
Twessa kept up with her fellow travellers the best she could, barely avoiding the fall of the tarrasque's foot. Dangerous, but...well, the basket was right there. Handy!
As the gnome got to her feet, she recognised medallions worn around the necks of their greeters bearing the shining mark of Gantinara, The Smiling Stars - a goddess not unaligned to gracious Sagrae, but with tenets for her followers that were far more aligned to the lives of humanoids than of fierce and powerful dragons.
"Its safe!", Twessa called out with relief as she awkwardly tried to scale the basket, and accepted a helping hand from one of the Smiling Stars' followers.
"I should have expected you", she joked with the creature.
Hiya, I got carried away, so feel free to discard or change any of this that you like:
GANTINARA, THE SMILING STARS
Alignment: Good
Domain: Civilization
Portfolio: Community, Hope, Care, Smiles
Symbol: The constellation Gantinara (a smile of stars)
Worshippers: Adventurers, travelling merchants, prisoners, soldiers, the wounded, anyone in inescapable distress
When one being travels alone they are in danger, but when beings travel together they can find community and respite in each other. This intangible feeling is the gift of Gantinara, the spirit of communal travel, of kindness to strangers, of resilience gained through unity.
Long ago, Gantinara was once the daughter of a great chief of a nomadic tribe; beautiful, kind, and generous. The story of her ascent to godhood is different every time, but always involves becoming isolated during sandstorm, seeking refuge, and meeting a dehydrated and dying stranger within. Gantinara sought to heal the stranger, stayed by his side and told him stories, and used the last of her water in doing so. The stranger recovered from his wounds in time, and they left the cave, but Gantinara sadly died within sight of her tribe's encampment.
Before the stranger's eyes, after Gantinara had taken her dying breath, he saw a spirit emerge from her mortal shell, smile at him with beatific purity, and ascend into the stars to henceforth watch over all those who were lost, and in desperate need of community. Moved by this experience, the stranger crawled towards the camp and shared his story. Hhe became the first priest of Gantinara, and the rest is history.
Some agnostic scholars who study myths of Gantinara believe her to be little more than a variant to Ajanna, The Mother of All. They don't smile often at all.