The 3rd Redeemer walked among the humble and the weary, clad in green, her staff in hand with awned ears of wheat woven into her hair. Demira completed the cycle of seasons, her breath brought the Spring a reminder of birth, and her tears the first Autumn rains for harvest and reflection. Demira brought three gifts to mankind, Agriculture, Craft, and Care. She taught us to till the earth and plant seeds, to craft simple tools to reap the harvest, to tend to beasts not for domination but companionship. Yet her greatest gift was Care itself, a virtue that flowed into every act of tending, healing, and nurturing, be it child or soil, lamb or elder. Under her guidance, we learned to build homes, raise herds, and create the first true communities.
The Sins of Gluttony, Greed, and Wrath took root as she helped & taught humanity. Demira in her holy wisdom and foreseeing the coming storm, allied once more with the Fay and created what are now the Ancient Stela, monoliths rooted in the Ley Lines of Creation. The stones still offer a haven for humans being hunted by the forces of evil to this day. The demonic tide would not relent, so the Divine, in grief and fury, resolved to cleanse the world in flood, but Demira, in sorrow and out of love, pleaded for the innocent. The Divine offered a choice, to save mankind, she must sacrifice everything - and she did.
Demira fashioned not a wooden ark, but a spiritual sanctuary woven from her very being. With her Shepherds, she sought out the worthy. As the waters rose and the world drowned, she held fast. And when the deluge reached its ultimate height, she sacrificed herself, cursing Zeb, Mammon, and Moloch with eternal torment. They would hunger and never be sated, desire and never be fulfilled, rage and never be calmed.
Her body was seen floating above Axis Mundi, and dissolving into droplets of grace, falling onto what remained of Protennoia's Tree. Her essence flowed into the Ley Lines, weaving a great network of life, memory, and power. The Pax Dei, fragile but enduring, grew from her roots. Others say the Fay carried her lifeless body into their realm after her sacrifice. Autumn rains are said to be 'Demira weeping', not for those she saved, but for those she could not.
[Ancient Stela] - Guided by Demira’s wisdom, the ladies of the forest created these standing stones during The Age of the Ancients. They still offer succor for humans being hunted by the forces of evil.
[Wheat] - Life-giving grain, symbolizing sustenance and prosperity in ancient civilizations. As you look closer... the golden strands of wheat whisper of harvests past and yet to come, each grain a testament to patience, toil, and the endless gift of Demira's grace.
[Penny Bun] - Coveted mushroom, believed to bring fortune and prosperity to those who find it. As you look closer... the spirals on its surface seem familiar, mirroring the ancient glyphs on the Stelae. You recognize the pattern instinctively - it is the mark of Demira, the symbol she pressed into the land itself. Once, this mushroom grew near her temples, a silent offering of sustenance for those who walked in her footsteps.
Associations: element of Earth, Ancient Stelae, care, agriculture, craft, harvest, goats, green, Wheat, Penny Bun mushrooms, staves, seeds, tools, communities, Druids, the Fay, Spring, Autumn, rain, and shepherds