Uwné

## Domains

### Crafting

Crafting seen as the act of creating something greater than the sum of its parts. Be it forged, tinkered, tailored, carved, or simply put together. However, there is manufacturing and crafting. Manufacturing is creating many items and tools that are near-identical to each other. Uwné recognizes their necessity – a mine needs hundreds of pickaxes – but does not claim any governance over such production. Instead, he focuses on unique creations like a carefully crafted sword, bespoke silk robes, or an intricately carved wooden table. In short, he focuses on artisanship.

## Forms

### True Form

Dropping the humble facade would reveal a giant creature made of pure matter and possibility. A creature made of nebulae and small stars. His hammer is as much part of him as the head or arm. It glows with the might of suns.

### First Base Form

Uwné looks like a white, old man with a respectable but somewhat singed beard. He walks with a slight limp and is supported by an unadorned, black cane. His face is rimply and covered with liver spots. Though his chest and arms seeming surprisingly strong for his apparent age. he's dressed in brown robes bearing no real finery. Around his middle, he wears a simple belt from which a hammer, chisel, needle, carving knife and various other tools hang.

## Myth

“Alright, alright! Everyone take a seat. There is plenty of room.” Kinearith said, though the acoustics of the vast room made it sound as if she was booming. Everyone – even those furthest away – could hear her. Her eyes went over the many young faces. She could read uncertainty and excitement in equal measure. Just like she had some twenty years ago. As every had taken their seat she started her lecture by pointing at the first bass relief to her left and her new student’s right.

“Unwé did not come riding upon lightning.” The trigger phrase made electric-like energy to course across the lines of the bas-relief she was motioning at, showing the part of the story she would talk about. “He did not come brining fire and fury. He walked upon the remnants of Old Tellur. He looked more like a beggar and a hermit than a god. Even then he looked crippled.”

Her hand moved to the next bass relief and let it light up. “He offered his services. Tellur was collapsing. Many had lost all hope. But not all. At the abandoned forge he started working. Those who would become Tellur’s heroes of old flocked to him. Begging to repair their swords, spears, armor and shields so they might repel another wave of the monsters that assailed the city. He did more than that.”

The next relief drew everyone’s attention. “He forged more than just steel. Hope was woven into the arms. The next shadowy attack wasn’t merely repelled. The monsters were slaughtered by glowing blades wielded by the greatest of heroes. Tellur stands still because of him.”

“And it still rises because of him.” The last relief lit up. “New Tellur is a beacon of modernity. Unwé guides and we – his Tools – act. So New Tellur became the greatest city upon Galbar.”

“You do him too much honor.”

Kinearith snapped towards who said it. It came from a man standing at the entrance of the aula. Everyone turned towards him. Shocked that they would say such a thing in New Tellur. Yet the old Tool already recognized the backlit shape as it started walking the stairs down towards her, supported by a cane. “The God is nothing but a humble servant to Tellur.” His shape was a little hunched over, with a long beard and wild white hair on his head. “It were the heroes that saved Old Tellur.” He walked with a limp. Finally he reached the bottom of the stairs and walked up to Kinearith. “But I thank you for your kind words about me none the less.” He said as he looked up. Kinearith had to fight the urge to kneel before him. He had said several times that he hated that, yet it only felt proper thing to do in the face of divinity.

The old man turned around to face the people gathered. “Remember always that it were the heroes that lifted the sword. And then they lifted the hammer and chisel with me. Together we raised Tellur up. And together – with you all now as well – we will ascend it!” He stepped to the side and motioned behind him. The large, blank walls rattled, then started moving. Slowly at first, then with more speed. Dragging segment after segment away. Revealing the large all-encompassing ocean beyond. There, not too far away from the shores and harbors of Tellur something gigantic was constructed in the water. It looked like a pearl made of several pieces. With tens if not hundreds of ships moored, heading to or coming from the construction. Unwé looked at it with pure pride. It would transcend all his previous creations.

## Creations

### Flora & Plants

* Steelbark trees
* Sirensong bells
* Kariath trees
* Khatem flowers
* Guardian trees
* Yrrassil bushes
* Labyrinth Mushrooms

### Monuments

* Gallath
* Embassy of Uwné
* Piety Device

### Phenomena

* Silver Lotuses
* Everblossom mutation
* Everautumn mutation

### Artifacts

* Mage-Moon Circlet
* The King's Scales
* Windrider
* Serenity
* Gifts of Wyn