On the Day of the Huntress, Eorgaen 5117 we gathered again for the Elanthian Conclave event this time to hear Former Mayor Puptilian speak on Lady Imaera.

He discussed Lady Imaera and how different people view and worship her. After the discussion  individuals joined Puptilian as he lead a tour of the shrine near Wehnimer's Landing.

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Puptilian says, "I know there are always a few slow people that come at the last minute so lets give them a minute or two."

Puptilian says, "Then we'll get started."

Puptilian says, "Welcome everyone to my little talk on Imaera.  Tonight we will go over some of the ways different people worship her Lady in Green.  As mentioned there is a raffle for those that worship Lady Imaera."

Puptilian says, "I do believe we gave people enough time to show up so lets get started."

Puptilian says, "Tonight we will look into some of different ways people worship Imaera.  I will speak on what I have witnessed and learned over the years but will mention that what we cover tonight is not the only ways to worship her Lady in Green."

Puptilian says, "Worship is always a personal matter and no two people will exactly worship the same so even in my long travels I have not seen all the ways Lady Imaera has been worship."

Puptilian says, "Before we go into how she is worship, let s speak on who is Lady Imaera.  Lady Imaera is the Goddess of nature, harvest, plants and animals, healing, and autumn.  It is a lot to say so I tend to simply say she is the Goddess of nature and the cycle of life."

Puptilian says, "She is the consort of Eonak and have two sons Cholen and Jastev.  Followers of Kuon would also note that it is by her grace that Lady Imaera gave Kuon immortality due to his work and compassion for plants and people after the Ur-Daemon War."

Puptilian says, "Lady Imaera is represented by two common symbols.  The first symbol is one given by the sylvan elves which is a brown doe on a green field while most farmers use a sheaf of grain on a green field."

Puptilian says, "In my travels and search on worship, the Sylvankind come to mind as some of the most dedicated to worshiping Lady Imaera."

Puptilian says, "Sylvan Elves  closeness with nature makes even the most casual observer realize why they worship the Lady in Green as the Sylvankind have a love for the plants and animals that rivals Kuon."

Puptilian says, "You will find they hold festivals not just to celebrate Imaera, but the various cycles of life from birth to death of all living things and also give thanks to the other Gods both light and dark as the Sylvans strike a balance in life similar to the balance found in of nature."

Puptilian says, "Now some may wonder why they give thanks to the dark Gods.  It does seem out of place at first glance."

Puptilian says, "But when you think of nature.  Its loving warm sun, its green plants, its bright skies all mix with the harsh winds, bitter cold."

Puptilian says, "You see a balance in nature and the Sylvans in the life try to find that same balance."

Puptilian says, "I admit seeing this for myself made me rethink how I see my own worship."

Puptilian says, "It made me realize that I have to see all sides, see all parts of the circle of life, and realize that I should be thankful for all of it, not just the parts I like."

Puptilian says, "Its not just life I should be thankful for.  Its not just the warm sun, the beautiful days, or the spring rains.  I found that the cold snows are just important."

Mandral turns an inquisitive ear toward Puptilian.

Puptilian says, "Next I went down to the various areas in the Empire."

Meril quietly interjects, "There are such things as poison and disease--the gifts of Lady Ivas, it is said--that Imaera has woven into her tapestry, to defend the weak from the strong."

Meril shifts her weight.

Puptilian says, "There I saw that humans thoughout the Empire tend to worship slightly different than the Sylvan."

Puptilian ponders.

Clunk nods.

Speaking to Meril, Puptilian says, "Life is important to Imaera but also death.  While the method of death may not be how Imaera wants it, she accepts it as the cycle of life and makes everything better for it."

Puptilian says, "With death brings new life."

Puptilian nods at Meril.

Meril inclines her head.

Clunk nods.

Puptilian says, "Getting back to humans.  As mentioned humans see Imaera slightly different then the elves."

Puptilian says, "Some worship Her Ladyship during harvest believing in giving thanks for the food she provides.  They believe that if they do not ask for her blessing the next year crops will not be as bountiful."

Meril nods at Clunk.

Puptilian says, "Others offer up prayers after each animal they kill asking forgiveness for killing while giving thanks for the meat provided by the animal."

Puptilian says, "Where I see humans differ is that most only look for what nature provides them."

Puptilian says, "They see the crops, the game, the various plants found in the wild and give their thanks for that."

Puptilian says, "Compare to the elves that I see give thanks to all that is nature and not only for what they use."

Puptilian says, "A subtle difference but one that starts to stand out when you compare the two."

Puptilian says, "Dwarves on the other hand are kind of unique in their view of Lady Imaera."

Puptilian says, "Like any other person that isn t a dwarf, I went in thinking they only worship two things, Ale and Eonak. I m not even sure which they worship more."

Mandral glances between Puptilian and Clunk.

Puptilian says, "There are some though that do give their prayers and thanks to Imaera."

Clunk nods at Puptilian.

Clunk deeply says, "And lots others."

Puptilian says, "Brewmasters that spend a lifetime perfecting their craft of making ale give their thanks to Imaera for the plants they use in their ales in hopes she will bless them in making even better ale."

Puptilian grins at Clunk.

Sentral grins.

Sentral heartily exclaims, "Nice ale!"

Cryheart says, "If there were to be an Arkati of brewing ale, we can guess who the majority of followers would be."

Speaking to Clunk, Puptilian says, "I am sure you are right my friend but as a human you all to me think of two things.  What does this pretty metal turn into and why dont I have a third hand to hold more ale."

Clunk hesitantly says, "Spose three hands wuld be a good thing."

Puptilian says, "I will also say that my time trying to stay sober enough in a dwarven tavern I do hear a few go on about how great a woman Imaera could be as she is one of few things that can get Eonak away from the forges."

Puptilian says, "During my research I came across a tribe of Giantkin setup deep in the woods west from here."

Clunk rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Puptilian says, "May not be obvious but some tribes  closeness to nature isn t too far from some Sylvan tribes."

Puptilian says, "They are constantly roaming the lands and have to understand how to live in nature just to survive."

Puptilian says, "They include Imaera in the list of Gods they offer prayers to for the many things nature provide to keep the tribe alive."

Puptilian says, "In a way they are similiar to humans in their view of immediate needs."

Puptilian says, "So while they worship her as much as the elves, I do not see them as being as fanatical in their views as more just being grateful."

Puptilian says, "There are common themes to all races when it comes to worship."

Puptilian says, "The most common I witnessed is due to her being the goddess of healing, many empaths from all walks of life give blessing to Imaera."

Puptilian says, "As many of us here, even those that do not give prayers to Imaera, use empaths in our every day lives we may want to keep in mind who looks over the healers."

Puptilian grins.

Puptilian says, "Another common practice I've seen is worshiping Imaera next to Kuon.  Because of his suggestion and her agreeing to make them, all of us have the ability to use herbs to heal ourselves."

Puptilian says, "Many people from all my travels take the time to give her thanks for such a gift."

Puptilian says, "Go to most herbalist stores and I'm sure you'll see a symbol or two in her honor."

Eruheran says, "Or you can take a stroll in House Sovyn's herb garden shrine, where both Imaera and Kuon can be worshipped."

Puptilian says, "I have been there a time or two.  Its worth the time to go."

Rendena softly says, "They also have a garden and tree in mist harbor."

Cryheart becomes solid again.

Puptilian says, "To conclude tonight I would offer up my own views and reasons why I worship Imaera.  I do not believe it to be a bit unique."

Puptilian says, "I believe in balance of all things.  Good, evil, life, death."

Puptilian says, "I look at nature and see how the balance can be applied to my own life and I try to live to the best of that ability."

Dirvy nods approvingly at Puptilian.

Puptilian says, "A rabbit must die for my wolf and I to eat and live."

Puptilian says, "A few scattered plants and tree planted here and there so that animals can come to eat and live."

Puptilian says, "But also due to my time in the landing and the studies at the nearby shrine I have seen a side of Imaera that spoke to my heart."

Puptilian says, "Up in the shrine is a taperistry that speaks of a village."

Goldstr peers quizzically at Puptilian.

Puptilian says, "As you continue to study it you will find that the village starts to grow but eventually death and destruction comes it."

Puptilian says, "All that was left was a few kids being protected by Imaera herself."

Puptilian says, "That image spoke to me.  That even though there is a cycle, it does not mean that I should sit by and let what happens to happen.  That I do have a choice to protect those that need to be protected."

Puptilian asks, "Does not a wolf protect its pack?  Does not parents protect their children?"

Puptilian loses a thorny barrier.

Rendena softly says, "No matter what fate tells you."

Rendena adopts an agreeable expression.

Puptilian says, "I made it a goal in my own life to be that protector as I can.  I know I cannot save all but I save who and what I can."

Puptilian says, "Lady Imaera is not concern with shrines or buildings.  She loves and worries on her children, her plants, her animals."

Mandral leans over and whispers, "But would his saving not possibly thwart the grand plan? Perhaps the plan is their death, yes?"

Puptilian says, "She cares for the living, not simple objects."

Puptilian says, "That is how I live my life.  Protect who I can, when I can, and be a protector as Imaera was to those children."

Sentral smiles at Puptilian.

You quietly whisper to Mandral, "I believe it would be their death yes."

Puptilian says, "And with that I'll bring this lecture to a close.  I thank you for listening to me and I'll gladly be around to go into more detail if any want to talk."

>whisper mandral maybe their own death to be reborn

You quietly whisper to Mandral, "Maybe their own death to be reborn."

Puptilian says, "I also said we could take a tour of the nearby shrine.  If any like to go I'll gladly guide you."



*So a small group of us joined Former Mayor Puptilian and ventured to Lady Imaera's Shrine, and this is what we saw*

[Lysierian Hills, A Small Shrine]
Though there is no door to shut out the world beyond, a feeling of utter tranquility envelops you here.  The soothing reminders of the forests are everywhere, wrapping you in a blanket of calm and serenity.  Heavy woven rugs cover the floors, and nestle against walls lined with polished mahogany.  In the center of the room, a simple stone altar rises up from the midst of a tiny garden of carefully tended, sweetly scented herbs.  You also see a simple stone altar with a small carving on it, a jeweled skylight and some ancient tapestries.

*The altar has this description:

This altar of deep green bloodstone is set into the middle of a tiny herb garden.  Light filtering through a jeweled skylight overhead gleams softly against a small carving mounted on the smooth surface.

Puptilian says, "The gnomes were low on water because of the blood."

*A series of tapestries hung in the shrine this was a beauitful portrait*

You look at the first tapestry in the series.

Your eyes skim over the richly woven tapestry, absorbing every detail brought forth so vividly in color and texture.  As you stare, it seems for a moment that you are drawn into another world - one of raw natural beauty and serenity.
The scene is one of a lush valley bordered by steep, pine covered slopes.  Colorful, exotic looking fish leap into the air above pristine lakes, their tails spraying up water that shimmers in brilliant shades of blue and aqua.  At the edge of the forest, great bears roam, foraging for brightly colored berries and vegetation.  Nearby, huge pumas, wildcats, and other felines of every imaginable variety chase joyfully after small game, their beautiful coats gleaming over rippling muscles.  Small birds appear to be singing among the trees, their vivid plumage looking like jewels set into a green velvet gown.
In every thread is the sight of nature at its most bountiful.

Puptilian says, "So we helped them dig a well and also help them clean the water in the lake."

Puptilian says, "So if any were wondering, here are the taperstries i mentioned."

You look at the second tapestry in the series.

You focus on a tapestry with a scene very similar to the first.

Though the valley looks much the same, there are now signs of civilization.
Here and there, simple buildings of rough-hewn log have been erected, and rolton now graze on grassy slopes.  Children splash happily in the lake, and chase butterflies along the shore.  As you lose yourself in this idyllic vision, you can almost hear the music of their laughter ringing through the valley.
In the foreground, a tall woman leans against a boulder.  She wears flowing robes of green and brown, and her auburn hair is adorned with what appears to be a garland of living flowers and leaves.  Her eyes are large and hazel, framed by soft features.  In her right hand, she holds a tall staff, with leaves sprouting from the top.  The woman smiles warmly at all she surveys.


You look at the third tapestry in the series.

The threads of this tapestry are much darker, and a feeling of impending doom washes over you as you stare at the scene now unfolding.
Dark clouds loom over the valley now, and you can imagine the sounds of deep, rumbling thunder vibrating through every living thing.  Jagged streaks of lightning reach down to strike at the taller trees, leaving columns of smoke and cinder in their wake.  The wild animals of the forests are in hiding, and children peer out from their homes in terror as torrents of rain pound relentlessly at the ground.
Shadows seem to shift and twist in upon themselves, and malevolent eyes gleam from the darkness, sending a chill through your heart.
Something is very wrong here.

Puptilian says, "It gave me purpose."

You look at the fourth tapestry in the series.

You are horror-stricken at the sight of this tapestry, for everywhere are signs of nothing but death and destruction.
Where peace and beauty once reigned, terror now stalks.  The sun burns harshly overhead, illuminating hundreds of wild animals, brutally slain, and their skins removed, the bodies left to rot in the relentless heat. Greenish black gases spew from huge, gaping cracks that now riddle the barren ground.  Lakes have dried up completely, the only reminders of their existence in the decomposing skeletons of fish.  Up on the slopes of the valley, fires rage unchecked among the few remaining trees.
In the center of the scene, the tall woman stands once more, her arms protectively encircling a small group of children clinging to her robes.  Their faces are gaunt and hollow-eyed, and their bodies terribly emaciated. Huge tears glisten on the woman's cheeks, and three of them have already touched the ground at her feet forming prisms of crystal that seem to glow with some inner power, for the earth around them is sprouting a pale green.


You look at the fifth, and last tapestry in the series.

Many years must have passed, for now the valley is showing signs of rejuvenation.  Once more, the hills are covered with green, and a lake has begun to form around the spot where Imaera and the children stood.  A few people stand just inside the doorway of a small three-sided structure, bathed in brilliant golden light.  Examining the threads more closely, you see a jeweled skylight in the ceiling, with three crystal prisms set into the center.
In the skies above the valley, a large moon glows with power and just barely visible behind it is a much smaller, silvery grey moon, which was probably completely obscured a few seconds before.
From the grounds around the shrine, wildflowers and honeysuckle have begun to sprout and creep toward the building, as if drawn by some strange, magnetic force.

You softly say, "They are sad but paint a beautiful memorable moment."

Dirvy softly says, "We are all here, because of the Verdant Lady."