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[center][b][h1]Hummusaharrqawatrr[/h1]”Hummus”, The Taskmaster, “The First to Till”[/b][/center]
[u][b]Domain[/b][/u]
Agriculture
[hider=Description]Agriculture is the taming and domestication of wild plants to meet the needs of the domesticator; it is claiming the plant for one’s own, altering it through selection of the best harvests, and gradually morphing it into something completely different from its wild cousins. Yet it is not a slavish relationship, for just as the agricultured is domesticated, so does the agricultured domesticate. A tribe settles down in a valley of wheat and barley and tames the land for their own use; generations later, they have been shaped by the valley, their lives dedicated to furthering the wellness of the wheat and barley. Society pours resources by the tonnes into the safekeeping and preservation of the agricultured, raising armies and walls to defend the harvest at all costs. Temples and monuments are constructed in honour of the plants that were once wild and ever threaten to abandon their self-proclaimed domesticators should they ever forget to till the soil, spread the manure, remove the pests and irrigate them. 

Agriculture is a relationship; it is a hostage situation; it is a haggle; it is a dance. It binds the mobile and the immobile to the soil; it locks the seed and the sole to the seasons. If either is out of tune, the whole song flattens and sharpens like the blade of a knife. If the plants grow out of control, they will attract predators and pests and put the whole field at risk; if the farmer forgets to irrigate, the rest of the year may be in jeopardy. 

Furthermore, like any other relationship, it does not stop with the two; each has their own to consider, and while the enemy of my enemy is my friend, friends of friends may swing either way. Neglect the needs of the agricultured to interact with the wild they came from, and they may rebel; ignore the needs of the growing populations of the agriculteur, and they will move heaven and earth in desperation to satisfy them.

In summary, the power of agriculture allows Hummus to act as matchmaker between a domesticator and a domesticatee, showing both species how to please the other and enter into a lasting relationship of agricultural exploitation. He can teach mortals what seeds to grow and plants what demands to make of mortals. He helps mortals wrest the plants from the wilds and convinces the plants that they never wanted to be wild to begin with. He works them both to the bone to ensure that mortality’s growth is never stalled, and is strict and ruthless to those who return to the ways of the wild.[/hider]

[hider=Appearance]
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Hummus is a massive minotaur, standing well over three metres and boasting width in both shoulders, arms and belly. His skin is brown like fertile soil and wrinkled like the husks of dry grain. Every nook and cranny of his body is either dusty with dirt or caked in it. His hooves are constantly stained with fresh soil and hot manure, and his beard sports speckles of gnawed cereals and droplets of sticky fruit juice. The tip of his horns are never clean, but brown with freshly-tilled earth.

Hummus’s body is clad in armour of bone and fibre linen, fashioned from mortals and plants who refused to obey his commands. He dons pendants of gold offerings made to him by desperate mortals and plants seeking his favour, and a fat, golden disk amplifies his already fat belly to indicate his mighty appetite for further sacrifice. In his left hand, he grasps the Chain of Flax, the rope with which he traps the agriculteurs in their eternal dance; in his right hand, he wields Hoepebreaker, the legendary farming tool with which he first tilled the soil and banished the wildness of nature from his realm. 
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[u][b]Description[/b][/u]
[indent]Hummus is a wicked and power-hungry god, viewing himself as the progenitor and saviour of all urbanised life, the antithesis of the wildlands of Allianthé. He is scheming, ruthless and strict towards those who worship him - as fickle and unpredictable as the season, he treats his worshippers like guests one day and then casts a draught upon them for the next three years. He claims his power and position with gusto, dreaming of one day ruling the world and its gods and to ascend to the Outer Plane to join infinity as its master.[/indent]
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