Pantheon of Rurga
For you Palladium RPers: I found this bit off a very nice Palladium website (http://www.the-dungeon.de/rpg/frpg/f_msc/f_msc_main.htm) that has almost everything you would want to know about the Palladium Fantasy world. This particular excerpt is about Rurga, the Goddess of Truth, you know, the chick that those "special" Palladins worship (Holy Palladin of Rurga... or something like that.) This short story is kinda sad, but I found it interesting enough to be worthy of a post.
"Pantheon of Rurga
Ta’Palladia
My name is Rurga, although the people of the great sea call me Selaleena, and the horse-riding people call me Far-Rider, and the bent people who live under the ground call me Tishian’eyat, and in the far faerie lands they have many other names for me. Still, to the select, to the warriors who take sword in my name, my name is always Rurga.
You who listen know me. You have heard me howl in the winter winds. You have seen my wrath as the night takes the world from the sun. As a child you burned yourself on an open flame touching my flesh, and when you smell the air just before a lightning storm, there is my anger. My name is Rurga, and I am the goddess of those things, and all those things are signs of my place in your life.
Most of all, I am the goddess of truth.
Once, I was married and happy, and for the first time I found peace by the hearth. After a year, I asked my husband if he loved me with all his heart, and he said yes, and I put aside Ekenstall, my silver armor. After another year, I again asked my husband if he loved me with all his heart, and he said yes, and I made pegs and racked my weapons on the wall.
After the third year, when I was finally with child, I made a bed under the soil, so that Vlaa, my sword, the ever-wake, the demon-slayer, could finally sleep, and I made ready to disband my dark army, and I did many other things, all so that I might rest from being the embodiment of war. Finally, I came to my husband and asked him if he loved me with all his heart, and he said yes.
Husband, I said, unsheathing Vlaa, I must ask you again, do you love me with all your heart. And again he said yes. My name is Rurga, I said, and Vlaa wailed in my hands as I held it high over my husband’s head, and I am war itself, and if I am to change from that, I must hear truth from you. Wife, said my husband, it is time for you to put Vlaa to sleep, for I do love you with all my heart.
Liar, I whispered, and I do not know if he heard me, for the scream of Vlaa is never so terrible as when it must slay one of the righteous, and my first blow cleaved my husband’s head in two, and my second strike opened up his chest. I pierced his still beating heart with the point of Vlaa, and let the rest of his corpse fall to the ground.
If he had not been my husband, and my beloved, I would not have asked twice. Had he not been the father of the child in my belly, I would not have asked thrice. My name is Rurga, and my husband was the first I have ever let lie to me more than once, let alone three times.
I know that my husband was pure, and that is was only the love for my unborn child that kept him loving me with all his heart. If only he had spoken the truth.
My name is Rurga, the goddess of truth, and none can lie to me and live."
"Pantheon of Rurga
Ta’Palladia
My name is Rurga, although the people of the great sea call me Selaleena, and the horse-riding people call me Far-Rider, and the bent people who live under the ground call me Tishian’eyat, and in the far faerie lands they have many other names for me. Still, to the select, to the warriors who take sword in my name, my name is always Rurga.
You who listen know me. You have heard me howl in the winter winds. You have seen my wrath as the night takes the world from the sun. As a child you burned yourself on an open flame touching my flesh, and when you smell the air just before a lightning storm, there is my anger. My name is Rurga, and I am the goddess of those things, and all those things are signs of my place in your life.
Most of all, I am the goddess of truth.
Once, I was married and happy, and for the first time I found peace by the hearth. After a year, I asked my husband if he loved me with all his heart, and he said yes, and I put aside Ekenstall, my silver armor. After another year, I again asked my husband if he loved me with all his heart, and he said yes, and I made pegs and racked my weapons on the wall.
After the third year, when I was finally with child, I made a bed under the soil, so that Vlaa, my sword, the ever-wake, the demon-slayer, could finally sleep, and I made ready to disband my dark army, and I did many other things, all so that I might rest from being the embodiment of war. Finally, I came to my husband and asked him if he loved me with all his heart, and he said yes.
Husband, I said, unsheathing Vlaa, I must ask you again, do you love me with all your heart. And again he said yes. My name is Rurga, I said, and Vlaa wailed in my hands as I held it high over my husband’s head, and I am war itself, and if I am to change from that, I must hear truth from you. Wife, said my husband, it is time for you to put Vlaa to sleep, for I do love you with all my heart.
Liar, I whispered, and I do not know if he heard me, for the scream of Vlaa is never so terrible as when it must slay one of the righteous, and my first blow cleaved my husband’s head in two, and my second strike opened up his chest. I pierced his still beating heart with the point of Vlaa, and let the rest of his corpse fall to the ground.
If he had not been my husband, and my beloved, I would not have asked twice. Had he not been the father of the child in my belly, I would not have asked thrice. My name is Rurga, and my husband was the first I have ever let lie to me more than once, let alone three times.
I know that my husband was pure, and that is was only the love for my unborn child that kept him loving me with all his heart. If only he had spoken the truth.
My name is Rurga, the goddess of truth, and none can lie to me and live."