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The Goddess of War



In almost all of her texts, there are artistic depictions of her. The most common show her astride a great ebon mount named Shahriar, or Lord or Honorable One as it’s translation means. Two blades accompany her and her armor - Behnam, her pulwar. And Behram, her piandao. She is equally skilled in all manners of weaponry, but her personal favorite happen to be those two blades. They look, to mortal eyes, to be of desert-like origin, but that in no way indicates she favors one region of the world over another. Most commonly used colors in her artwork are sterling silvers for her and her mount’s armor and blood red for the ruby jewelry most coveted by her. During peace times, a soldier or commander wishing to show her respects can simply lay their best weapon on a length of good quality red cloth on a table or altar and leave the General a plate of hearty food and stiff brew to wash it all down. It cannot be stressed enough that the mundane things are never overlooked by Seria, nor should they taken lightly by her faithful.


Petitioning for her blessing did not necessarily ensure victory; one would need to put forth a little more effort than that. Amongst other traits, Seria values hard work, determination, purpose and passion. A prime example - if she sees a soldier honestly working towards his goal in drills with at least a modicum of success, he or she would be on the right track. One of her unofficial mantras could be ‘Repetition, repetition, repetition.’ A common prayer to her on a lieutenant’s lips “ May we last just one more charge, and even then, we give them hell before we fall.” Mundane acts are noticed by her; a soldier rarely has the time for long winded sermons or pious ceremonies in the midst of combat. Seria and her worshippers act quickly and think on their feet, or hooves as the case may be.


Not many could easily recall a time when Seria wasn’t the General of Astra’s Aetherian Army, granted the goddess was born following the penance offered by the greater gods after the Mortal War. There aren’t as many texts on her as most of the other Deities, nor many shrines dedicated to her, but her history can be found written elsewhere. Not only in libraries - in the journals of weary soldiers, the blood stains on blades and in the faded ink of peace treaties.

If one ‘expects’ her favor instead of works for it, they are sure to find themselves in a very uncomfortable plight. It goes without saying that the goddess does not suffer impatience or foolishness gladly. And if one is so ‘fortunate’ as to truly anger her...well, may the other Gods have mercy on their soul, for she surely will not.


To know War is to know Her. Seria is not a one faceted goddess, but many. She is Bloodlust, she is the Lull between Charges, she is Defeat, she is Victory. She is Chaos, and Discipline.

Despite her own plans, there may very well be a need for her to take on a different type of role all together, as she has been come to notice after the last Great War. The lack of desire for war and combat has her brooding. After all, War herself is capable of more than leading an army of soldiers. She can also mediate a situation or lead a negotiation, as Astra had learned during the last War. These changing times may give her more reason to put those subtler skills to use.


Until recent times, there have been no long standing ‘favored’ of the goddesses’, save for one particular man. Meng. Little is known about him, even to the goddess herself, aside from the prowess he has demonstrated. His origins, his goals, all just speculation at this time. The General has her eye on one other specimen, however, as a potential favored or blessed one. She has yet to approach him, but she will when her plans lay out in such a way that the timing is perfect.

Meng The Empty Handed

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