She who is named Nophica shall preside over fertility. Her duty: to fill the land with life, and prepare a path of peace and plenty.



WHO IS SHE?

She has two canonized saints.
Saint Allene
Her plate is Resolue (Resolve).

Saint Allene and the Fields of Summer

The festive commotion in the village square turned to bewildered panic as Allene rushed at the crowds, her harvest scythe in hand. She screamed at the villagers to flee into the fields, and flee they did—not for fear of the scythe, but of the unholy rage twisting the features of a woman known best for her placid nature. No sooner had the revelers taken refuge than a howling tornado tore a path of destruction through the now-empty village. As a farmer, Allene was well acquainted with the vagaries of the weather and, sensing the coming catastrophe, chose to feign a maddened attack on her neighbors rather than waste time on explanations. Celebrated for her act of resolve, Allene was raised up as a saint blessed of Nophica.
Saint Tothor
His plate is Diligens (Diligence).

Saint Tothor the Ratcatcher

Every harvesting season, the villagers dreaded the inevitable plague of ravenous forest rats. Though they stood guard night and day, they could not keep the nimble vermin from their crops. When it was the hardworking Tothor's turn to keep watch, he did the unthinkable—he removed the fences from around his own well-tended patch of beans, and even put out pails of fresh water. Upon seeing his ravaged field the next morning, the villagers mocked the man for his fool-headed actions. But their derisive laughter lasted only until the rats appeared—sluggish and drowsy from their feast of beans, the bewhiskered pests were easily caught. The diligent Tothor was praised for the sacrifice he made on behalf of the village, and raised up as a saint blessed by Nophica.

DEVOTION & WORSHIP

ASSOCIATIONS
LESSONS
Euphrosyne

Take your ease among the trees.

Let life flower and flourish!

'Tis time for revelry!

Mine is the breath of the earth...

My heart rejoices for our union!

Let the forest be lush!

Bow down like the willow.

Beyond adversity lies strength!

Good children... Be strong for what awaits...

Divine Nonintervention

Oh, we became separated while I was distracted, listening to the elementals.

The beings are the voice of those who call the wood home. As I'm the patron of this land, they could not help but report to me.

Calling Upon Her

Why, if it isn't my faithful (name)! You wish to speak, do you?

Tell me, have you ever met an elemental?

Many hold that they were born of me, and as I mentioned, they are the voice of those who abide in the Twelveswood.

At times, they may seem excessive in their actions, but it is out of an abundance of love. So pray be good to them, and heed their warnings!


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