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    So, how about some Sumerian fluff? Hope it's not too atrocious.

    Innin, Usunzianna, Ninsianna, Nu-ugiganna, Ishtar, Shaushka

    Bright Inanna, the Ornament of Heaven, is passion, power, and glory. She is imposing and regal, a true lioness, and woe to any being, mortal or divine, who thinks she can be tamed. In a bedchamber and on a battlefield, Inanna always dominates. Her anger and her love are equally deep and destructive, and the cautious strive to avoid her notice altogether.
    Greatness, one should note, is rarely achieved by the cautious.
    Nin-Me-Sar-Ra, The Lady of a Myriad MEs, tricked even shrewd Enki into giving her the True Names of a great number of things - keys to rulership, conflict, priesthood, friendship and enmity, judgement, cities, art and war - ideas that define civilization itself. She came back from her sister’s grim domain, Ki-gal, left her faithless husband to rot in her place, basked in triumph and mourned like a common widow. She makes and breaks countries, tramples mountains and leads heroes to glorious ruin. Inanna, the brightest star of heaven, decorates herself with gold, lapis lazuli, and enemy blood.

    These days, the goddess can be seen among politicians and soldiers, exotic dancers and astronomers, actresses and athletes - whatever strikes her fancy. The one thing she has never tried is mediocrity. Meekness does not suit a lioness, after all. A young and self-assured one - even less so. Try not to get yourself devoured.

    Inanna’s children tend to be very passionate and determined. They take what they want and have little time for regret. Mercenaries and artists, they live lives of extremes, and either accept their legacy wholeheartedly, or rebel against mother dearest with the fury of a jealous lover. The goddess usually prefers the latter type.

    Zalag, Babbar, Shamash

    Let it never be said that gods are impervious to change. All-seeing Utu, lord of judgement, is now an implacable enemy of tyranny. He who used to support legitimate rulers, no mater how cruel, has seen how easily power is abused by gods and mortals alike, and lost all patience with those who do so. Even the best laws can be twisted, and if upholding their spirit necessitates going against the letter - so be it. Justice is to be served before anything and anyone else. And who has greater need of it, than the weak and the disenfranchised?

    Utu is the sun. He is the truth. He does not care whether his actions and words please anybody. He is too fair to be humane, but oftentimes his harsh disposition is precisely what the circumstances call for. Wars will always be wars, after all, and the god considers himself in a perpetual state of war against all injustice.

    In modern times, Utu never rests. He is the politician who does not play by the rules. He is the incorruptible judge, and the idealist who just won’t shut up about his pet cause. When necessary, he is the rebel leader, armed to the teeth and seemingly made of bronze. Justice prefers words to swords, but all too often it must be protected from people who believe otherwise. Those who meet the sun deity will always get precisely what they deserve - even as they curse the bearded stranger for a disguised blessing, or thank him for something that will turn out to be their downfall.

    The children of the sun are rarely as unbending as he is, and have an easier time forgiving. This does not mean they are soft - but hardly statues, either. Surprisingly, their father views such flexibility as a good thing, and encourages them to put their diplomatic abilities to good use. Utu knows better than to mistrust his own progeny, naturally gifted with a sense of fair play and impartiality, and a world painted solely in black and white would be terrible indeed. Still, if compromise with the enemy can be afforded, let the new generation negotiate it, for the old god has forgotten all about mercy.

    Nudimmud, Nishshiku, Ushumgal

    Enki is progress and innovation incarnate. His mind is as nimble as flowing water which he loves so much, wisdom as deep as the bottomless salty ocean. He makes sure humanity knows enough to survive and improve, and he strives to promote responsible exercise of power in a world poisoned by consumerism. This benevolent trickster sees endless potential in men and women, and is not discouraged by their failure to realise it constructively so far. Admittedly, the species as a whole has quite a way to go, but is constant evolution not the point?

    At times, Enki might be too lax for a being of his age and importance. He is not above giving in to pleasure temporarily, be it beer, sex or a heated debate - but a genuine crisis will sober him up in an instant. And, once sober, the god can be relied on for plans as complex and efficient as ancient Mesopotamia’s life-giving irrigation canals. There is a reason this god is still universally respected, despite having worked against the decision of the whole pantheon at times.

    When he walks among mortals, Enki usually takes on the role of a scientist. All branches of knowledge are worthwhile to him, but weapons of mass destruction are just too dangerous a plaything for humans as they are now. The god usually favors peaceful solutions to conflict, and research that is likely to improve the lot of common people. Environmentally friendly alternatives to existing methods of production and renewable energy are also among his priorities.

    Scions of Enki have brilliance running through their veins. Even a love for gardening, literature or the occult might be the impetus one needs to change the world for the better. And when it comes to changes, sweeping ones are the best. There is always a dangerous disease to cure, a desert to turn into a solar power plant, infertile land to be made bountiful - and Enki’s children are always up to the challenge.
    Last edited by Xanthias; 02-09-2016, 04:41 PM.

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    Uddama, Rtvan, Prachetas, Salileshvara, Jaldev, Amburaja, Jalapathi
    He is no weaker now than he used to be, ancient Varuna, keeper of the cosmic order. He is simply caught in his own net, unable - unwilling - to interfere in divine or mortal matters except in the direst circumstances.
    Bound by inevitability, another being would have despaired - for the passions of immortals are as vast as they themselves are - but for Varuna, this state is natural. Cold and merciless as rta itself, the god is only concerned with the fundamental laws that make the universe go round - since morality and righteousness have long become the province of other deities.
    And a good thing, that, since otherwise the god’s fearsome pasha (noose) would know no rest in this dark age rife with sinners.
    What is left for him, are the twin oceans - the earthly one, and the celestial, reflections of each other, alien to all that is warm and changeable.
    Perhaps that duality reminds Uddama of Mitra - an old companion, the light and approachability to his own forbidding darkness. But the two divinities, who used to be inseparable, have grown too distant to understand each other over the epochs.
    Naturally enough, Varuna hardly ever walks the World. If he ever does, it might be as an astronomer, a physicist or a judge. Each such visit subtly prevents a great catastrophe - or ensures that a catastrophe that was meant to happen does come to pass. This is not to say he is connected to Fate - but rather, reality itself is much more fragile than it seems. The Three Worlds are only a truth as opposed to the unnameable great Truth - and can actually be broken.
    Not if Varuna has anything to say on the matter, of course.
    The extremely rare scion of Varuna always has a purpose. His or her feelings don’t matter, only that the sequence of events they are to start unfolds smoothly. Magicians, law enforcers and scientists, they are drawn to strange ideas, and cruel truths that make others shiver - particularly because they make too much sense.

    (Okay, I know there was a writeup in 1ed and we will likely get one in 2ed, but Agnidev is so great I can never stop babbling about him.)
    Pavaka, Dhumaketu, Arka, Rohitasya, Saptajihva, Jatavedas, Vaishvanara

    Purifier and destroyer, the fire god is present everywhere throughout the Triloka - and calls no place home. He is the ultimate conduit through which energy and knowledge flow back and forth, connecting the tripartite reality into a coherent whole.
    He oversees rituals, as instances of reciprocal exchange between divine and human - and brings the two just a little bit closer, however temporarily. Rare is the being who has never felt Vaishvanara’s warm gaze -sunlight in amber and hot coals an inch away from their skin - on them.
    Rare - and unfortunate.
    Consumer of all things - good and foul equally - the god himself is free of any corruption, therefore anything (and anybody) he touches is cleansed. Moral pollution and lies are also abhorrent to Agni, so he is greatly feared by rakshasas and similar beings who thrive on illusion and malice.
    Seven-tongued, flame-haired Fire rides either a chariot pulled by red horses, or a ram, and for all his brightness leaves a track of soot behind him. If unchecked, the god has been known to destroy enormous forests whole. That appetite also extends to knowledge and experience - and there are very few gods who understand and know the mortal World better than Agni. To him, it matters as much as the Overworld - more transient, to be sure, but no less rich and substantial. There are Indras among humans, and Indras among ants - are they so very different from the divine warrior-king, after all?
    When he walks amongst mortals, the deity’s guises are many. Firefighter and poet, journalist and cook, hacker and explosives expert, he is invariably passionate about whatever he does.
    There is only one role he takes on repeatedly, though. Pavaka enjoys taking care of abandoned sacred places (regardless of religion). During those short visits, he takes it upon himself to cleanse any physical or spiritual corruption, and remind the people living near a holy locale about it’s importance.
    It is hard not to hear him - a young man whose words are like a chant and whose presence makes any place feel like home.
    The children of Smoke-Bannered Fire never lack for inspiration. Creation or destruction, healing or merciless removal of what cannot be saved - they do everything with the flair and style befitting their heritage. Musicians, philosophers, soldiers, journalists, priests and diplomats - they always shine, but never with the cold light of perfection. There is always room for change and improvement, after all.

    Vaginivati, Subhaga, Vibhavari, Chandraratha, Duhitardivah.

    Dazzling Ushas is the lady of dawn, bringer of hope and new beginnings.
    Every morning she rides through the sky, reminding the three worlds that it is time to wake up. And oh, does the Triloka obey! It is impossible not to respond to Vibhavari’s contagious energy and confidence, the promise of victories she sings so loudly.
    Her touch is the first breath of life, her generosity knows no end.
    She bestows her blessings without a second thought, and moves on - hardly ever looking back.
    Radiant in her youthful beauty, the goddess enjoys freedom too much to be faithful to any man (are she and Surya even married? Nobody is entirely sure anymore). However, she does often spend time with the Ashwini twins, who share her love for fast chariots and the beauty of the sky. It is far from obvious, whether the bond the three share is friendship or love, but it doesn’t prevent any of them from having dalliances with gods, mortals and stranger beings.
    In the human World, Ushas tries on different identities like the morning sky goes through different colors. An artist, a meteorologist, an actress, a race car driver or a dancer, she loves being the center of attention, starting new movements and fashions, and introducing people to new ideas.
    The Scions of Sky’s Daughter are similarly versatile. They constantly seek new ways to change the world for the better - or, at the very least, to make it richer through diversity. Game designers, singers, civil rights activists, teachers or jewellers, they see endless promise in life - and a kind of beauty, whether conventional or not.