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cointosser) wrote2024-04-12 07:08 pm
cointosser) wrote2024-04-12 07:08 pm
EVENT 18 -- AU INFO
Patron of the Unsung;
full name:
Jaskier
god name:
Cadenza
alias:
The Sandpiper; the Phoenix
age:
~845
arcana:
The Sun
Blessing:
Harmony
Affliction:
Atonality
Motifs:
answer
The Piper (The Man)
Appearance
A brown-haired, blue-eyed man with a shifting number of red-and-orange feathered wings that spring from his back, his shoulders, and sometimes as his arms. Twisting pearlescent horns grow from his brows. His voice is light and airy, and he is known for being one of the most verbose of the gods. Though he rarely speaks in riddle, or beat around the bush, he does love a metaphor. He appears most often in the nude, with feathers and wings crossed over his unmentionables – possibly an attempt at modesty, but more likely a sort of joke, considering his reputation. Flowers spring up in his steps, and trees grow heavy with fruit as he passes. At times, he is seen with an ancient stringed instrument. He will play and sing for any onlookers, and will fill the air with birds and birdsong as he does.
You should not leave before his performance is done, or you may face a fiercer image of the same man.
Dur to his long-lasting career of being a musician and playing his own stringed instrument, he eventually lost feeling in his right hand. It is not augmented with gold rods that is embedded in his fingers that enable him to continue playing.
You should not leave before his performance is done, or you may face a fiercer image of the same man.
Dur to his long-lasting career of being a musician and playing his own stringed instrument, he eventually lost feeling in his right hand. It is not augmented with gold rods that is embedded in his fingers that enable him to continue playing.
The Patron of the Unsung is said to be a mercurial god. That's only because no one's asked what boils his blood (and, frankly, more should ask him how he is rather than what he is). In Jaskier's mind, he is endlessly fair – blessing those who acknowledge him and look to him for guidance (as they rightfully should) and being less than kind to those who demean the gifts he bestows or question his existence. He does not suffer those who find pleasure in cruelty, and has been known to actively seek them out to make their lives absolutely miserable.
As far as rumors go, he is known for never directly causing death, even to those who rile him.
As far as rumors go, he is known for never directly causing death, even to those who rile him.
Personality
The Gryphon (The Beast)
Appearance
The Patron as a beast is reminiscent of the mountain gryphons. Stories abound that he is the creator of the first gryphon, making the creatures sacred to his followers. As the Beast, Jaskier has the front legs of a hawk, and back legs the furred clawed toes of a wolf. He runs on all fours but is capable of flight with a pair of great, feathered wings. He retains the pearlescent horns of his more human appearance, which can sometimes drop chips and pieces that are blessed with good luck. His tail, large and fluffed, glows at the tip and resembles a flame in the dark.
A known (and surprisingly joyful) cuddler, there are stories of children lost in the woods who were later discovered curled up in a patch of clovers with the Beast, kept warm through the coldest of nights and safe from the dark. To see the Beast running past means he intends to be followed. Many claim the running Beast has led people to stray livestock, lost horses, or missing family.
He leaves bright flowers and warmth in his wake, and brings sunny days with him. His front right paw is not covered with fur, and instead seems to be made completely of gold, forming a somewhat mechanical paw.
A known (and surprisingly joyful) cuddler, there are stories of children lost in the woods who were later discovered curled up in a patch of clovers with the Beast, kept warm through the coldest of nights and safe from the dark. To see the Beast running past means he intends to be followed. Many claim the running Beast has led people to stray livestock, lost horses, or missing family.
He leaves bright flowers and warmth in his wake, and brings sunny days with him. His front right paw is not covered with fur, and instead seems to be made completely of gold, forming a somewhat mechanical paw.
The Patron as a beast is more trustworthy than his Piper counterpart, seemingly unmoved by insults or jeers. In fact, the Patron is excessively friendly when he appears on all fours, and nearly all are blessed when gifted with his appearance. Those who are granted the god's favor are given leavings in his wake: a broken feather, a single yellow dandelion, or a bottle of wine, which can be used in times of crisis to summon the Patron's direct intervention. Thus have stories risen of those enshackled being released by the Patron, or saved from disease or starvation by a blessed feast.
Oftentimes, he can be seen flying among the gryphons, seemingly guarding the creatures during violent storms or encroaching battles. He can also be spotted running with the werewolves during their Turning, encouraging the change to take them over for the first time. On more occasions than not, the Beast is accompanied by a white wolf that follows in his tracks.
Oftentimes, he can be seen flying among the gryphons, seemingly guarding the creatures during violent storms or encroaching battles. He can also be spotted running with the werewolves during their Turning, encouraging the change to take them over for the first time. On more occasions than not, the Beast is accompanied by a white wolf that follows in his tracks.
Personality
Lore
Cult of the Piper
Stories abound of the Patron mingling with humanity, settling down in villages for years at a time to sing in the local tavern and give out coin to the less fortunate on their hardest days. Still more importantly do the stories sing of his wild sexual prowess and appetite: a night with the Patron is said to bring blessings in the arts, summoning both untold pleasures and an offer to act as a living muse, inspiring those suffering lulls in their creativity.
He also has an insatiable lust for gossip; it is said that the easiest way to summon him is to offer something particularly juicy as news, in which he'll be ecstatic to listen and bless the storyteller after.
Offerings of gryphon feathers can goad the Beast to show. His appearance often foretells flourishes in crops and bountiful wild game, but also the coming of monsters. Though the god has an affection for humanity, further still does he seem to have a fondness for the unwanted beasts that live on the outskirts.
He also has an insatiable lust for gossip; it is said that the easiest way to summon him is to offer something particularly juicy as news, in which he'll be ecstatic to listen and bless the storyteller after.
Offerings of gryphon feathers can goad the Beast to show. His appearance often foretells flourishes in crops and bountiful wild game, but also the coming of monsters. Though the god has an affection for humanity, further still does he seem to have a fondness for the unwanted beasts that live on the outskirts.
On more than one occasion has the many-winged Patron been spotted standing among the ruins of abandoned villages or attending to the aftermath of what the locals call the Drelch. In these same villages will blessings arrive with his appearance, the abandoned fields overflowing with flora, and the nearby forests rife with wild game...seemingly to tease mortals to return.
There is a story of one cursed with Vhóel Ichaer, facing sure death, who called upon the Patron of the Unsung. It is said that after he shared his story, the Patron touched the young boy's breast and healed the poison swirling in his veins. However, no evidence this happened has ever surfaced save for the lone survivor claiming his truth, and it has never happened again.
Many consider the Patron simply too capricious to be relied on when death's hand draws near, especially when he appears so often in the wake of the great White Wolf. Others still claim the Patron is there to clean up mistakes. He is frequently seen in or around the Luna territories, and will exact swift vengeance on anyone who attempts to harm the werewolves.
There is a story of one cursed with Vhóel Ichaer, facing sure death, who called upon the Patron of the Unsung. It is said that after he shared his story, the Patron touched the young boy's breast and healed the poison swirling in his veins. However, no evidence this happened has ever surfaced save for the lone survivor claiming his truth, and it has never happened again.
Many consider the Patron simply too capricious to be relied on when death's hand draws near, especially when he appears so often in the wake of the great White Wolf. Others still claim the Patron is there to clean up mistakes. He is frequently seen in or around the Luna territories, and will exact swift vengeance on anyone who attempts to harm the werewolves.
Song of the Wolf
Abilities
Precipitato.
Weather manipulation. Sunny days. The coming of spring rains. Thunder in the distance.
Scatenato.
Rapid plant growth. Forests springing overnight. The death of a wheat field. Ripe fruits and creeping vines.
Passionato.
Giving voice. The blessing of artistic inspiration. Rapid, easy creation. Seeing the forest and the trees. Music, painting, writing, sculpting; sharing one's life in illustration with perfect understanding.
Fuoco.
Blessing of the Phoenix. Complete control over all fire and flames. Burning to bring new life. The destruction of the natural world. Undying. Healing.
Festivamente.
Intimate connections with the natural world – with birds, and forest creatures, and monsters. A fierce defense of the less savory beasts of the world, but returned adoration.
Silenzio.
Stealing another's voice. Emptying of thoughts and ideas. Inspiration gone in an instant.
Diminuendo.
Turning others against you. Sharp words and sharper knives. Tongue-twisting. Manipulation. Evoking the lowest of emotions. Ostracized.
Tempo Rubatoe.
Purification of the sick, the poisoned, or the dying. Creation of a grand feast to feed the starving. A single spark of hope, igniting the flames.
History
- Jaskier's first real stint into godhood was a several years-long romancing of the god Lyfbringr. After many years of rather dependable exaltations (in the form of song), Lyfbringr granted him several boons to increase his magical control over the natural world. He was blessed with a single pair of wings, and when he said that was a bit of a cliché, he was blessed with two more pairs. Ample rumours tell of the time the Patron, in his youngest ascending years, slept with Lyfbringr and brought a whole new forest to life in a single night.
- At Lucifer's goading, Jaskier picked a small village and appeared frequently, directly interfering in their lives until a cult formed around his name and deeds. However, they became a little too enthusiastic in their escapades for sexual energy and pursuit of him and he eventually left them completely, withering their crops so they would “break up.” He hasn't checked on them since.
- Jaskier gradually began to forget his memories of the Continent, and only held on to memories from his life in Abraxas, to the point where he accepts he's always been here. He remembers being human once, but the memories he's “lost” have been stored into a songbook, locked to all eyes but his, where his memories have been translated into verse.
- While there are stories of his being wed to Nadine, Jaskier has never been married. The two of them meet almost annually at the end of winter to participate in a harvest festival to bless the coming spring. Usually, this involves a fantastic display of sex, in which mortals are invited to watch, and an orgy that forms around them. Thus, some mortals associated Jaskier with fertility and birthdays.
- Rumours spread of artistic inspiration after a night spent with Jaskier spread wide, and Astarion, as if to tease him, attempts to play the violin (and succeeds – terribly) afterward. Jaskier takes the offense full to heart and proceeds to belittle his fellow Summoned to anyone who will listen.
- Over time, the dedication to his music wore on his right hand the most, eroding pieces of it away and turning the muscles as tight as wire. Before his power was strong enough to heal his body, he lost feeling in it and was unable to play the lute any longer. After a meeting with Viktor and a sacrifice of some flesh, he now has a prosthetic entwined in his hand and fingers that let him play once again. In beast form, one of his front paws appears entirely metallic and gold.
- At the same time every year, Jaskier goes completely missing – until he's seen once again in the presence of Wolf, either nipping at his heels, riding his shoulder, or walking with him as a man. Some say this is the telltale sign that winter has ended and will not return until the coming year.
- At Lucifer's goading, Jaskier picked a small village and appeared frequently, directly interfering in their lives until a cult formed around his name and deeds. However, they became a little too enthusiastic in their escapades for sexual energy and pursuit of him and he eventually left them completely, withering their crops so they would “break up.” He hasn't checked on them since.
- Jaskier gradually began to forget his memories of the Continent, and only held on to memories from his life in Abraxas, to the point where he accepts he's always been here. He remembers being human once, but the memories he's “lost” have been stored into a songbook, locked to all eyes but his, where his memories have been translated into verse.
- While there are stories of his being wed to Nadine, Jaskier has never been married. The two of them meet almost annually at the end of winter to participate in a harvest festival to bless the coming spring. Usually, this involves a fantastic display of sex, in which mortals are invited to watch, and an orgy that forms around them. Thus, some mortals associated Jaskier with fertility and birthdays.
- Rumours spread of artistic inspiration after a night spent with Jaskier spread wide, and Astarion, as if to tease him, attempts to play the violin (and succeeds – terribly) afterward. Jaskier takes the offense full to heart and proceeds to belittle his fellow Summoned to anyone who will listen.
- Over time, the dedication to his music wore on his right hand the most, eroding pieces of it away and turning the muscles as tight as wire. Before his power was strong enough to heal his body, he lost feeling in it and was unable to play the lute any longer. After a meeting with Viktor and a sacrifice of some flesh, he now has a prosthetic entwined in his hand and fingers that let him play once again. In beast form, one of his front paws appears entirely metallic and gold.
- At the same time every year, Jaskier goes completely missing – until he's seen once again in the presence of Wolf, either nipping at his heels, riding his shoulder, or walking with him as a man. Some say this is the telltale sign that winter has ended and will not return until the coming year.
Connections
Horizon
Jaskier's domain is much of the same as it has been for years, only vastly expanded. Bleobheris, the Great Oak, has grown so tall it can seemingly be seen from any spot in the Horizon. His once small glade has expanded into an enormous rainforest, a range of mmountains, and a life-giving river that runs through it all. Small towns have been built on the banks of the river, but seemingly only appear to be occupied by beasts and monsters. His forests are full of monsters, kept protected. Gryphons, wild vampire horses, peacocks (both white and blue) ran rampant. A giant, crystal-studded bird soars the skies, but no one can quite remember where it came from. There are even rumours that those who are good and kind-hearted will spot the fabled Moogles, guardians of the forests, who appear as boisterous, winged bear cubs.
At the foot of Bleobheris live a pair of Moogles who are never seen apart. They are fierce protectors of the tree, riding a matching pair of golden chocobo mounts. If anything is absolutely beloved by Jaskier, it's this pair. Around the edges of Bleobheris's base is a neatly organized vineyard, with barrels upon barrels of the sweetest wines in every flavour and note, freshly made from the forest's flowering trees.
At the foot of Bleobheris live a pair of Moogles who are never seen apart. They are fierce protectors of the tree, riding a matching pair of golden chocobo mounts. If anything is absolutely beloved by Jaskier, it's this pair. Around the edges of Bleobheris's base is a neatly organized vineyard, with barrels upon barrels of the sweetest wines in every flavour and note, freshly made from the forest's flowering trees.
ooc info:
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