Jorð

## Symbol

An ammonite

In the Tower of Aryavarta, John found spiders carved in the room dedicated to Jorð. The party is now suspicious about the nature of the connection between Jorð and Megwandir.

## Datapad Excerpts

### The Twilight War

**Author:** Aarti Apurva

> Which came first: the light of the stars, or the darkness between them? Only Aquiline and Mathonwy know this, and neither has survived the cataclysm of Firestorm Peak. Or, at the least, they have not been seen since. But in the beginning, they alone ruled all: Grandmother Stone was yet still asleep. The First Two were above mortal concepts of hatred and love, but not so for their offspring. The children of the eagle and the children of the starry palm were warlike and savage, and though they were holy deities, they still bled their golden blood. So it was that the Parivar struck a mighty blow and cleaved the silver hand of the moon. The golden ichor fell to earth, and the drops woke Grandmother Stone: thus was rekindled Jorð.
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### The Dream Peace

**Author:** Aarti Apurva

> The offspring of the sun and the moon brought great change. This new child was neither Tuatha nor Parivar, but made from the union of the two. And so, begrudgingly, the great peace began, for now the two houses should be united into one. But Grandmother Stone was no longer asleep, and she greatly desired to claim the lordship of Aryavarta. Through her sacred dint, she found the malcontent of Megwandir, still enraged by the wounding of her sister. That the spider would birth the Twins was foretold by Grandmother: this she used to drive wedges between the Houses. For family loyalty still burned hot within the minds of the Tuatha, and hotter still was the Parivar desire to mete out justice. Even sun and moon found themselves in furious debate, while their child retreated into dream and fantasy. The peace, forged in love, now trembled before a vast ideological divide.
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### The Sea-Lantern Affair

**Author:** Aarti Apurva

> Yet there were some who chose to reject the family lines. Kyrielle and Tanwari, long friends and lovers, chose to turn aside from their families. The birth of their twins resounded through the cosmos, and many thought that, like the dreamer before them, it would bring peace. But unbeknownst to all, the Twins had secretly made something far worse: that most accursed beast of slaughter and prophecy. The hungry one stalked the newborn twins, and before any could act, struck out in violence and malice. In one stark moment, the whisperings of loyalty fell from the eyes of the Tuatha, and they turned against Megwandir and her ilk, casting them out as the Morrigan, now standing on its own as the fourth great family. Even Jorð was appalled, and sent fire and frost, mountain and sky, all to crash down upon the Crow with great vengeance and furious wrath.
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### Firestorm Peak

**Author:** Aarti Apurva

> And so it was that Jorð's faithful laboured under warring heavens to erect a titanic monument, desiring to rip the divinity from the god of prophecy. But therein lies the problem: a god of prophecy is not often taken unawares. In secret, the Morrigan and their followers infiltrated the project: a glyph changed here, a word changed there. It was only when Jorð and her children stood high on the peak, watching the raging sun and the warring stars, did they notice the malicious incantations weaved inside. But even the Morrigan were taken aback at what happened. Divinity was torn, not just from the unnameable horror, but from the very soul of the world. In one horrid blast, the earth split in two. Many were obliterated, more were blasted out into the cosmos. The fate of many is still unknown, but all agree on two facts. One: the target of the spell, the gore-seer, was blown to pieces, shattered and fragmented into a thousand bloody shards. Two: the spell had been sabotaged, and rather than casting something out, had allowed something in.
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### Orekas Conquered

**Author:** Aarti Apurva

> It is here, I am afraid, that our story must focus on Grandmother Stone herself, for I am not as wise as to have learned the fates of all of Aryavarta. But as for Jorð, she was cracked—splintered, one might say. And though she was blown clear of Aryavarta, her children clung to her. It was in spiralling madness that she descended to Orekas, and there she remains. Perhaps her judgement is not sound, but she has lost none of her mighty power. The xorns and the abishai, drow and duergar, svirfneblin, myconids, and derro, all now worship her. She is a god once more. The artifice that now echoes from her plane indicates that her followers grow in number and ingenuity, and Zenos is said to be developing metal spelljammers, to cross the universe in great speed. But Jorð herself is unknown, and what her goals are cannot be stated. Homework for you, perhaps?
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