[hider=Rock Cat] Name: [color=gold]Lektoria Koreh Tellur, "First Secretary of the Core"[/color] Base Form: [img]https://i.imgur.com/xQEZPVT.png[/img] [color=gold]Lektor's first and most common form is that of a sphinx, a woman who also presents the aspects of a hawk and lion, even though they are minute, in the form of ears, tails, claws and a pair of hawk wings, while most of her body is entirely human, more specifically, a dark-skinned woman, with short shoulder-length hair and a somewhat muscular, slender body, not too tall. Her eyes have the faint orange glow of magma, and her very blood is similar to that too in both composition and temperature. Having the bounties of the earth at her command, she does not hide her immense and unequal wealth, on the contrary, often her clothing is entirely made of gold, even when she tries to "tone it down" she will still wear plenty of jewelry. Her presence is easily notable, not in divine shine or loud sounds, but in a low rumble, a "pressure" as if gravity was a bit higher near her.[/color] Aspect: [color=gold]Earth. One of the primal elements, from the sand of the beaches to the rocky peaks to the minerals nested deep. Lektoria's domain is to her Earth in its rawest forms, often concerned with the natural riches and rock formations born from the core's cooling magma, she is extremely sensible to the often easy to miss greater movements of the world, such as the movements of the crust, the rising mountains and their eventual decay, but extremely oblivious to the more delicate worries of the world, most notably, topics such as earth's fertility. She has lordship over the nascent materials but like a mother whose children have long left the nest she does not have any sort of domain over the aspects and powers said materials provide, she can create magnesium and uranium, but magnetism and radiation are not of her domain. Also notably, she only concerns herself with the planet-bound materials. Although the silicates and minerals of meteors, moon and exoplanets may be equal in chemical composition to Galbar's own, to her they are notably different on a 'spiritual' level, and therefore celestial rocks are not of her concern or domain.[/color] Persona: [color=gold]"Chaotic Good" could perhaps be a word used to describe Lektor. Of the divine powers in the world, she stands among the most constructive and righteous. The other two words that strike true to the goddess, however, are "lazy" and "greedy". The self-given title "Secretary of the Core" is quite literal, despite being the supreme goddess of the earth element, she herself speaks of the planet as another entity, often listening to the rumbles and vibrations of the mantle to discern what the "Core" is saying, starting conversations with it, with a babying tone that makes it unclear if said "Core" is her master or her little pet... equally unclear is if this has any effect or if she is just answering the random and meaningless rumbles of magma. This eccentricity is one of the best examples of how unreliable Lektor may be to gods and mortals alike. It is known she likes to take her time doing things, and never rushes herself, a king praying for a boom needs to be ready for it to arrive a century late, should she ever find the time to do it. Yet, she acts like a bored teenager, often distracting herself with hobbies, hunts and carousing, not taking a long time because of perfectionism, but because she would rather do other things. Two things reliably snap her out of procrastination, one is the will of the planet, two is her own greed, she is a compulsive collector of rarities and curiosities, and when one has something Lektor truly desires on her hoard, they will have the chance to make her rush to help them. Of course, one should be very careful when trying to force Lektor's hand, to be an enemy of the goddess of the earth and to awaken her primal fury is not a desirable status to anyone, let sleeping lions lie as they say.[/color] Myth: [hider=The Crown Omelet] Prince Eunomon had long travelled in search of the sphinx, a journey that took him both up to the jagged peak of the queen harpy as well as to the deep tunnels, home to goblins and dwarves alike, having conquered all of the challenges, he now faced the jeweled halls of the earth goddess, who calmly napped against the sunlight as he entered. "Lady Lektoria Koreh Tellur" he declared. "I request an audience." The goddess looked back at him with an unimpressed expression, only slightly raising her lioness ears to show that she was listening, a small wag of the wing and tail. "My kingdom is usurped, a curse is cast upon us, I need to break it, and only the goddess of all minerals is able to provide me with a weapon with enough power to do such a deed and reunite my broken lands. Please. I have faced many challenges..." The sphinx yawned, causing a small cave-in nearby. "Haven't We All? Quite... Rude, To Awake Me For Your Selfish Requests." "But surely restoring my ancient kingdom would be of your interest? The usurpers worship dark creatures, but should I reunite it, we will honor you every year!" "Your Name Again?" "Eunomon, of house Elorian, of the great kingdom of Luma." The sphinxs tilted her head. "Whomst? All Those Words Mean Nothing To Me." the earth shook and a small wind filled the room, the goddess paid close attention to it, pressing her ear against the rocky ground. "Ah! The Core Reminded me. In The Realm of The Lunt. Yes?" "The... the ancient kingdom of Lunt? Yes... I heard stories of those people living in my home, millennia ago." "Yes. Good People. Loved Their Pottery. Hmmm... Sure. I May Make You A Weapon. Just Give Me A Century or Two. I Need My Beauty Sleep." The prince's newfound smile at her acceptance quickly turned into a frown, two centuries for a weapon? By then the memory of his realm would surely be as lost as Lunt. "Goddess. I need the weapon now. The battle is upcoming, it cannot be delayed." The goddess growled in annoyance. "Foolish Little Thing, Making So Many Demands. Perhaps I Should Swallow Your Lands With Great Chasms. Then Your Enemy Would Be Gone." she announced as she approached, each step of her golden armour making the world shake, the prince falling on the ground. Then she stopped. Sniffing the air. "A Harpy's Egg?" The goddess noticed, sniffing more. "Oh, Dwarven Mushrooms Too! And Herbs From the Fey Goblin." gulping, the goddess made no effort to hide the rumble of her stomach. "Are You Perhaps a Cook?" He was actually collecting such ingredients to sell and further fund his army, but for a chance like this he would be anything the goddess asked. "W...Well, my mother did teach me a thing or two." "Excellent! You Desired a Weapon and an Army of Stone Soldiers, Correct? It Will Be Yours. In Exchange for a Harpy Omelet of Great Quality." The prince made no effort into correcting her about the added soldiers' demand, "Sure. I will make the best of omelettes then!" the winds and rumbling earth however did complain to the goddess, perhaps asking if it was wise to boom a mortal with such immense power for a mere dish. "Oh Do Not Be So Stubborn, Silly Rock." The Goddess whispered at the earth. "Being Nitpicky Like This is Why you Have So Few Friends." she then clapped her hands and looked again at the mortal prince. "Now You Go. Rush Rush. No Reason To Just Stay Around Idling About, Yes?" [/hider] Musical Theme: [hider=Very Serious Theme for a Very Serious Goddess] https://youtu.be/ytWz0qVvBZ0 [/hider] [/hider]