Dwarves and their Ancestors

Unlike a lot of races, dwarves have very strong expectations tied to them.  Dwarves are expected to be regimented, boisterous, duty-bound. They must have had the at least one of the following jobs: soldier, smith, merchant, or miner.

Head Dwarf: A – wizard?
Hermey: Well, we need one up here. I’ve been studying. It’s fascinating; you’ve no idea. Conjurations and summonings and evocations…
Head Dwarf: [interupts] Now listen, you: you’re an dwarf, and dwarves make pointy things. Now, get to work!

This goes back to mythological dwarves, but let’s pull in the quintessential fantasy dwarf for a second: Tolkien

The Hobbit shows us how dwarfs have traditionally been pictured: bearded, warrior-like, loyal, jovial, and, at least in the case of Bombur, a little dimwitted.

These dwarves’ names first appeared in the Poetic Edda, our source of Norse mythology in the Völuspá, all in roughly four sections of the poem. That list even includes Thorin’s family line, Balin’s family line, and Durin, founder of Moria, as well as Gandalf.

The word used in the poem, dverfar, transmuted into dwarf, but also appears in the dwarves’ nasty cousins, the duergar.

But that leads to how I was to present this particular race which has all of these expectation, and for that, let’s look at another obession of mine, the Dragon Age franchise.

In this rpg series, the dwarves revere their anscestors not quite as full-fledged gods nor in many mystical ways that would be seen in other churches across the world and its races. They seem more tuned into the Stone, where they believe they were created and return. This has some seeds that I like more than assigning the race a deity like Moradin who has to to fill too many roles as a god of dwarves; even the lesser deities seem watered-down versions of him.

Instead, to reflect the clannish nature of dwarves, which is also an expectation, I think dwarves would work best as ancestor worshipers who also believe in reincarnation.

Basically, this religion can’t be discussed outside dwarf culture, so this description will be a mix.

Dwarves, firstly, revere their ancestors as pinnacles of what a dwarf should be. Think the elves fromEberron sans the living dead part. Dwarves go to great lengths to highlight what their families have accomplished. In reality, they are a lot like the nobility in Ancient Rome.

In Ancient Rome, the patrician class was divided into clans. Gaius Julius Caesar belonged first to his clan, the Julii, the his more immediate family, the Caesares, leaving his first name Gaius, one of the few first names Roman patricians used.

Patricians also kept busts of famous ancestors in the foyer to display their importance to history. If one of these fell, it was a sign of disfavor for ancestors and of bad luck.

My dwarves will essentially do the same thing.  This will also translate into their government.

Dwarves operate city-states, each belonging to individual clans (I’ll do a post on these later on), which will be part of a confederation headed up by the heads of each clan, which will elect two dwarven kings, who jointly rule and pass policy on all dwarven society.

This focus on clan is also part of punishment of dwarves who break the traditional laws, again another post.

But, as for the religious aspects of their lives, I’ll start with the dwarves who earn the highest honor.  Dwarves who have accomplish legendary greatness (e. g. finding new, large veins of ore; leading an army to a major victory; developing a new forging technique that results in stronger weapons or armor; finish an important arcane tome) have the privilege of having their souls bound to an item that was important to them.

Many great generals are bound to their weapons, mage to tomes and staves, blacksmiths to forges, politicians to ledgers.  Temples for each clan’s ancestor worship spring up around these items.  Also, legendary individuals are selected by the high priests of all clans at a meeting held every year.  This prevents one clan from claiming lesser dwarves are worthy, adding more prestige than is truly due to the clan.

Of course, in places where clans have died out or disappeared, several of these items are waiting to be discovered.

The downside of dwarven soulbinding.

Now, tying soulbinding to other aspects of the dwarven religion, I need to discuss the reincarnation bit.  Just like the Romans who used only a few first names, Dwarves are notorious name reusers.  When a dwarven child is born, the local priests undergoes a connection to the ancestral pool of divine energy, discerning which dwarf is reborn in the baby.  The priest, not the parents, give the child his true name, though parents often come up with a nickname for the child.

Why is this done?  Because that soul has not been perfected yet.  In the case of the soulbound dwarves, belief holds that they have finally achieved perfection, and their names are subsequently never used for the name of a child again.

Because dwarven names imply what a young dwarf should do, most dwarves have their lives planned out for them.  There is the occasional individual whose name suggests magic but he or she chooses weapons, but that is rare, and sometimes those individuals rise to the soulbound.

There are a few who break altogether from that notion, who become the Soulless, those who become outcasts.  Some choose the life as Soulless while others have it thrust upon themselves as punishment.

Now, this post had a lot of cultural and governmental information, especially about clans and their operations.  That will probably have to be next week’s post.  So I hope that will clear up any confusion from this post.

Its all elvish to me.

Sex, Deities, and Rock ‘n’ Roll

Alright, I’m wrapping up my adaptations of deities left behind in 4E.  St. Cuthbert and Wee Jas have been handled, and that leaves my favorite of the three, Olidammara.

In 3E, Olidammara, was the go-to deity for rogues of the less-than-good-natured variety.  However, similarly to Wee Jas, he ended up encompassing many different things to make him the ultra-rogue. Just check out this passage under “Dogma” in Deities and Demigods:

Olidammara loves upsetting anyone who seems too attached to an ordered life and a predictable routine. He urges his followers to bend every effort toward mastering the art of music. He also teaches that life is meant to be happy and entertaining, and the best jokes need a target to hang them on. The tables can turn on any trickster, and Olidammara’s followers should accept the laugh and appreciate the trick when it happens to them. Wine, Olidammara says, is one of the joys of life, and the only thing better than making wine is drinking it. Avoid misery, temperance, and solemnity, for they are the greatest poisons to the soul. (88)

Boil this down, and you get that he is one hell of a hedon.

Or, if you go by this picture, a medieval hipster: “I was singing ballads before it was cool.  What kind? Oh, they’re too indie  for you to have heard of.”

Mythology is filled with hedonistic gods.

In Egyptian mythology, the fertility goddess Hathor grew so angry at mankind, she transformed into Sekhmet, a bloodthirsty war goddess.  They only way she could be placated was with festivals of wine, which was said to calm her and transform her back into the beneficent Hathor.

Siduri, a goddess likened unto the stereotypical tavern wench appears in the epic of Gilgamesh.  She even tells him to abandon his quest for immortality in favor of hedonism.  See the Sparknotes version.

Dionysus, though, is the one most people know the best.  The Ancient Greek god of wine and fertility, has long been associated hedonism.  His worship gave birth to theater in the Great Dionysia in Athens.  And his Roman counterpart, Bacchus, gives us the word bacchanalia, which is often used for celebration.  His followers, called maenads, were known to worship him by having drunken orgies where they would feast of the raw flesh of small animals, and anyone foolish enough to come across them while they where so wasted, such as in Euripedes’ play The Bacchae.

In the ancient play, Dionysus punished King Pentheus and his mother Agauë for not worshiping him.  Agauë is a member of the banchantes, a version of the maenad, and she and her friends go out worshiping one night.  After sending Pentheus to spy on the women, Dionysus points him out tho the reveler, and they then proceed to tear him limb form limb and eat him.

Then of course, throwing in a pop culture example, the Maenad Maryann Forrester shows up in Bom Temps, LA in True Blood‘s second season, inciting ritualistic orgies and death.

What is it with crazy-women clerics? First Melisandre, and now this.

So this brief tangent was to point out hedonism is not always fun and games.

But also to show that a lot of deities associated with hedonism have some major connection to females, which I think is really limiting for such deities.

While in the previous two cases, I’ve followed the story lines somewhat closely–a vengeful warrior with Boudica and keeping Wee Jas almost intact–I’m think sure a religion needs to break from tradition.

Sex, pleasure, intoxication, and all that is not just the realm of one sex or the other, so this deity will be sexless.

That’s right.  Sexless.  At least in terms of it being male or female.

Most of these human deities I’ve pictured being worshiped by a vast range of races genetically related to human.  In this case, the changeling race fits perfectly for this deity: a deity that can change shape, size, gender, race, and any number of physical attributes to match whatever a worshiper would find most sexually attractive.

No one knows the true name of this deity, but it is often referenced by the names The Lover, The Wine-drinker, The Pleasurer, The Divine Whore, The Dancer in Firelight, and The Great Revelry.

In more mainstream worship, this deity is seen as a fertility deity.  Barren women come to the temples seeking aid for childbirth, farmers seek the deity’s blessings for a good crop.

However, all of these people know the other side of this deity’s worship.

More devout worshipers perform rites that involve wine, sex, drugs, food, and anything that can cause pleasure, even some darker things with evil practitioners.

Priests and priestesses operate brothels in the temples for worship and tithes, as well as annual rites near important agricultural periods.  Sexuality is fluid and unfixed.  Pleasure is king.

Think Caligula, and you might get a pretty good idea.

Yes, with sexy Helen Mirren.

So this deity has less to do with rogues and more to do with sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll, which is exactly what I’m wanting here.

Now, to make up for missing the post last week, enjoy this awesome song that fits today’s topic.

You’re so Vain

I know this is something unheard of, but I’m actually getting a post up on the day I said I would.  I know, I’m amazed too.

But anyway, let’s move on to today’s topic: the deity of vanity.

In my last post, you were introduced to St. Cuthbert, who inspired my real-life rebel/ new vengeance deity, Boudica.

Now, I’d like to reintroduce another of my 3E deities that didn’t make the 4E cut, Wee Jas.

Other than being incredibly vain, she was a 3E deity that picked at other deities’ portfolios: death, magic, lust, maybe even makeup, I’m not sure what all areas she claimed dominion over.

Maybe botox? Lady Gaga’s hairstyles? It’s up in the air.

But regardless of her ambiguous “goddess of …” label, I loved her concept, because every thing that kept being tacked onto her godliness was spun using her vanity aspect.

She’s not the goddess of magic in general; she was the goddess of magic used to maintain beauty and youth.  She didn’t govern the zombies rotting at any old death god temple, she used her command of death and undeath alike to preserve eternal beauty.  It was a fascinating facet to the goddess.

Again, like the vengeance deity in the last post, it makes more sense that a demigod fits this deity better than an already existing deity, who would most likely never know how it feels to have beauty fade.

In this case, I rally think I just want to import Wee Jas.  However, I think she does need to fluff reworking to make her vanity shine through and cut down on the excess of secondary aspects.

Firstly, she needs to be a vampire.

Now before you Twilight haters accuse me of jumping on the vampire bandwagon, let me say I’m not just making a vampire because she’s supposed to be eternally beautiful.
There’s more too it.

Obligatory sparkling joke to keep street cred? Check.

Twilight bashing aside, Wee Jas as a vampire makes perfect sense looking at the underlying psychology of the vampire.  Vampires are undying, beautiful, sophisticated, urbane.  Everything that fits with vanity.

But then, under all of that surface, they are violent, bloodthirsty, conniving, vengeful, and uncaring.  History and literature prove this.

In Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Dracula on becomes the suave Bella Lugosi type after he has fed.  Before hand, he appears nasty, decrepit, and feral.

The evil Queen in “Snow White,” though not a vampire,wanted to kill Snow White simply because she was the “fairest of them all,” making the Queen less beautiful.  Hell, the Disney movie even showed her transforming into the boil-covered old hag to try and kill Snow White.

And again, while not a true vampire, Elizabeth Bathory of Hungary bathed in the blood of virgins, believing that doing so would keep her young.  Here is a [possibly] real life person obsessed with vanity so much, she killed for nearly 35 years.  Check out this Badass of the Week website page, which has a decent, though hilarious, write up on her.

My point is the pursuit of eternal beauty, which is directly tied to vanity.  So Wee Jas would work well as the vampire who will do anything to maintain her beauty.  This lead her to her pursuit of divinity, the ultimate way to preserve her beauty.

Meet True Blood’s Sophi Anne Leclerq, a former queen of Louisiana. She would pretty much embody Wee Jas.

Then others who wanted to keep their beauty and youth, turned to her, starting her new religion.  After all, why not have others express their adoration of your beauty if all they want is the same, something she can easily impart.

It also means that hers is a smaller religion, a more secretive religion, probably found only in the decadent noble courts.  A mystery cult.

While her worshipers induct new followers solely by telling the initiate that there is a way to stay beautiful forever, leading to a slow submersion in the religion through means that force the new people to remain silent: orgies, dark rites that restore beauty involving blood and virgins, etc.

Ultimately, she works secretively, sucking those most weak to vanity, the nobility, into her fold.