Thairr

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The Earthborne

Creator of the Trials

Motto: "Be like a stone. Stubborn, tenacious, and unstoppable if it decides to move."
Colors: Earthen Grey, Muddy Brown
Domain: Earth, Tenacity, Defense

All of the Vaya embodied the very elements they were made of, and this was no exception for the bulwark that is Thairr. He existed as the entire world itself, everywhere there exists stone. Like stone, Thairr was unmoving and stubborn, but not one to completely halt the rest of the world. Vuona’s waters still forged rivers and canyons, while Orono’s winds found new paths in between or around the earth. He was seen as being very dull and emotionless; this is true for the most part, but even stone can feel all that went on around it.

Origin

Thairr’s origin ties in with Orono’s, as they were born at roughly the same time. When Orono blasted the gust that was felt around the globe, Thairr awoke, the planet shifting and churning as he did. He couldn’t do what the other Vaya could, and that was move, or follow along the others, or enjoy himself. He was literally stuck to a life of solitude for eons upon eons, hence why most know him to be judgmental, brooding, and stalwart. Even with the coming of Vuona and life, Thairr stood solemnly and quietly, watching everything progress, never interacting. It wasn’t until sentient life rolled around when he saw his purpose. He couldn’t come to the shaman like the others could, but he was practically everywhere at once. He could judge, and see if they were truly worthy, if they had really passed the trials. Given his isolation and attitude, this came natural to him, and he became the scales that balanced, that weighed out the Shaman’s mistakes and victories, their failures and successes.

Thairr's Doctrine

  • Be stalwart in the face of every threat, both within and without.
  • Judge and guide those that would try and commit to the trials.

Plane of Origin

Xochor

When one thinks of stone, they often envision an unchanging mass, a structure impervious to the flow of time, and they would not be far off when it comes to Xochor. This realm is naught but sprawling mountains and fields of cracked rock, changing only through eons of stone grinding against one another. Within this realm no life lays but the hardiest of minerals and spirits, whom roam the never changing land and inhabit the many faces of the mountains that have formed.

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