Myrris

Myrris is one of the universally worshipped gods of Misthria, known as the Weaver of Fate and guardian of the threads that bind all mortal and divine destinies. They are revered as the keeper of time and destiny, weaving every life into the great tapestry of existence.

Myrris embodies inevitability, the quiet truth that all things come to their destined end. Their presence is often felt in moments of chance and choice, where the boundary between fate and free will grows thin. Among the gods, Myrris is both feared and respected, for even divinity cannot escape their destiny.

Myrris is depicted as a tall, shrouded figure draped in a tapestry of stars, their face hidden behind a silver veil. In one hand they hold a spindle that glows with golden thread, and in the other a blade of moonlight used to sever strands when destinies reach their end.

Their voice, when heard in dreams or prophecy, is soft yet absolute, echoing like a whisper across time. In elven art they are ethereal and ageless, while dwarves portray them as an ancient seer cloaked in constellations.

Wherever they appear, time itself seems to still, as if holding its breath.

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Favoured Colour

The Fate Weaver

Myrror

Oracles, Sages, Seekers of Fate

Any lawful

A Triangle of Stars

Destiny, Time, Knowledge

Purple

Worshippers

Basic Information

Myrris often manifests in visions, dreams, or moments of profound significance. They appear as a veiled figure at the edge of perception, sometimes beside the dying, sometimes before those about to make history. Oracles claim that the fluttering of candle flames and the sudden stilling of wind mark Myrris’ presence. Their influence shapes the crossroads of destiny: a misplaced step that changes a life, a letter that arrives a day too late, or a meeting that alters the course of kingdoms. To those attuned to Essence, Myrris’ touch feels like a faint pull, the gentle tug of an unseen thread.

Myrris is patient, solemn, and distant, neither cruel nor merciful. They view all things as threads in the greater weave, each with its place and purpose. Myrris is not moved by pleas or prayers for change but by acts that preserve balance. To some, this makes them seem cold; to others, endlessly just. When they speak through dreams, omens, or through their oracles their words carry the weight of inevitability, leaving listeners both enlightened and burdened. Myrris embodies certainty.

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Myrris is among the oldest of the divine, formed in the earliest age when time and consequence first took meaning. As the flow of Essence began to settle into patterns, Myrris was born from the recognition of order, the awareness that every cause must have an effect, and every birth an end. Their first act, according to the oldest texts, was to spin the threads of being itself, weaving gods, mortals, and the fabric of reality into one interconnected design.

In ancient myths, Myrris was not worshipped but consulted. Early peoples feared them as a judge of inevitability, one who recorded rather than created. As mortal understanding of Essence deepened, reverence replaced fear, and temples rose in quiet places, sanctuaries where the threads of prophecy were studied. The first oracles, devoted their lives to reading the movements of destiny, believing Myrris wove not to control but to maintain.

Over the ages, their worship has taken many forms. Scholars seek Myrris for insight, warriors for courage to meet their end, and rulers for wisdom in choice. Though their loom is said to turn endlessly, Myrris never reveals the whole pattern. Even their most devoted priests admit that to truly see the tapestry would unravel the mind.

History

Aetherion, The Eternal Flame – The architect and the archivist; their creations weave the world’s design.
Kaelis, The Wanderer – Philosophical foil; Kaelis’s freedom tests the limits of Myrris’s order.
Vyranor, The Twin Phoenix – Partners in the eternal rhythm of life and death.
Sylthara, Keeper of the Veil – Reflection of design; Myrris weaves destiny, Sylthara weaves reality itself.

Relationships

The Threadbind: Performed by oracles at the start of each year, silk cords are woven and burned as offerings, symbolizing acceptance of fate.

The Severing: Conducted in funerary temples, a silver thread is cut to signify the release of a soul from its mortal bond.

Loomfire: Temples keep a single candle burning constantly beside a suspended loom, if it extinguishes, it is said a great destiny has ended.

Rituals

Those who follow Myrris come from every corner of society, though few do so lightly. Scholars and philosophers study the patterns of history, believing each event echoes a design too vast to comprehend. Rulers and generals seek the counsel of the Threadbound before great decisions, trusting in the Weaver’s impartial wisdom. Common folk pray to Myrris at births, marriages, and deaths, moments where fate seems closest to touch.

Temples dedicated to Myrris are places of quiet reflection rather than celebration. Their priests, often veiled, speak seldom, teaching that acceptance of destiny is not to surrender but to understand. To the devout, every life is a thread in Myrris’ tapestry, and every act, however small, adds a stitch to eternity.