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{{Deity infobox
|name = Arisetsu
|image = [[File:Arisetsu.png]]
|caption =
|title = Goddess of Hope
|location = Alharth
|classification = Class 1
}}
[[Arisetsu]] is a Class 1 Nature Spirit, known as the Goddess of Hope.
{{Quote|source=[[Mox Warcut]]|
[[Arisetsu]] is the goddess of hope and warmth, so she gets a lot of prayers around here -- it being so cold and all. She loves the god of death... it's complicated. And she hates the god of hopelessness, [[Talerra]]. That's all you need to know, really.
}}
[[Arisetsu]] is the mother of [[Dreva]].
== Lore ==
==== [[New Prestonbule]] ====
{{Quote| source =[[Rick Snapley]]|
The settlers who lived in the houses outside were adherents of [[Arisetsu]], the goddess of hope and warmth. You know what that means, right? Blankets! [[Arisetsu]] nuts always bring tons of blankets to give to the needy. Well, they're dead, and we're the needy. They brought a lot of their stuff into this cave when they fled, but when they died, they were buried in... you guessed it: blankets. So now we're very low. I'm betting that there's more blankets in those houses, though. Sneak past the ghosts and get us some!
}}
==== [[Classic Stories]] ====
{{Quote|
Long ago, the gods fought. [[Tast]]'s allies had battled [[Dreva]]'s allies, and many gods died. [[Dreva]] had won, but at such cost as cannot be understood by mortals. [[Dreva]]'s own mother, [[Arisetsu]], the ancient god of hope, lay dying in a field, her warm light almost faded to darkness.
It was here that [[Vol]] found her. In a swirl of rose petals he appeared next to [[Arisetsu]]. Glancing with pity over her ancient body, broken and withered, he muttered "Death is my gift," as he had countless times before, and began bestowing his mercy upon her. But it was not the face of gratitude.
"[[Vol]], you cannot kill hope." Her eyes fluttered open. "Begone."
[[Vol]] shook his head. "Your time has come, [[Arisetsu]]. You think the world cannot continue without you, but you are wrong. Take my embrace. It is time!"
But the light around [[Arisetsu]] grew brighter, pushing [[Vol]] away with a great force, and [[Arisetsu]] rose, her ancient body looking stronger than he remembered her being for a thousand years. "[[Vol]], you cannot kill hope. When you try, you only make me stronger."
[[Vol]] is a gracious god, and a good god, but he is prideful, and nothing -- neither god nor mortal -- dared disobey him when he decided the time had come. [[Vol]] snarled with surprised anger. "You embarrass yourself. You embarrass the legacy of hope. IT IS TIME TO DIE!"
But [[Arisetsu]] grew even brighter, and the two took to the heavens, battling back and forth, light and darkness playing across the stars. Both had fought hard in the great war, and they were tired in ways that you and I cannot understand, but now they fought with renewed energy. Other gods nursed their wounds and watched with wonder as the two battled.
They did not get weaker. Instead, they each seemed to grow stronger, [[Vol]]'s withered form becoming gallant and powerful, [[Arisetsu]] growing younger, more beautiful, and even brighter.
[[Vol]] began to consider, for the first time, that he may not be able to bestow his gift, and it made him angry. With all of his power summoned into one command, the world shook as he bellowed. "ARISETSU, EMBRACE DEATH!" And with a wry smile, [[Arisetsu]] did so. But she did not die. Instead, in front of god and man and elf, [[Vol]] and [[Arisetsu]] kissed. It was a surprise to them both, and the other gods turned their glances away as death and hope became intimately intertwined.
And so began the romance of [[Vol]] and [[Arisetsu]] which continues today. Theirs is a rocky love, with many setbacks and battles, and often they refuse even to speak to each other. But so far, they have always returned to each other's embrace. For our sake, may it always be so.
- An apocryphal story told by human bards in [[Statehelm]].
''Notes for bards: this story should be adapted to your audience. In a solemn tavern, you can get amazing results with some simple props. A classic setup involves a candle, rose petals, and a fan. But in rowdy taverns, make the story as lewd or as gory as necessary. In a dwarven hall, play up [[Dreva]]'s embarrassment for laughs or pity. In elven lands, it's wise to bring in [[Errana]] in one way or another to add more sex. And remember the bard's rule #6: never tell a story the exact same way twice!''
}}
[[Category:Register of Lore]]
{{Deity infobox
|name = Arisetsu
|image = [[File:Arisetsu.png]]
|caption =
|title = Goddess of Hope
|location = Alharth
|classification = Class 1
}}
[[Arisetsu]] is a Class 1 Nature Spirit, known as the Goddess of Hope.
{{Quote|source=[[Mox Warcut]]|
[[Arisetsu]] is the goddess of hope and warmth, so she gets a lot of prayers around here -- it being so cold and all. She loves the god of death... it's complicated. And she hates the god of hopelessness, [[Talerra]]. That's all you need to know, really.
}}
[[Arisetsu]] is the mother of [[Dreva]].
== Lore ==
==== [[New Prestonbule]] ====
{{Quote| source =[[Rick Snapley]]|
The settlers who lived in the houses outside were adherents of [[Arisetsu]], the goddess of hope and warmth. You know what that means, right? Blankets! [[Arisetsu]] nuts always bring tons of blankets to give to the needy. Well, they're dead, and we're the needy. They brought a lot of their stuff into this cave when they fled, but when they died, they were buried in... you guessed it: blankets. So now we're very low. I'm betting that there's more blankets in those houses, though. Sneak past the ghosts and get us some!
}}
==== [[Classic Stories]] ====
{{Quote|
Long ago, the gods fought. [[Tast]]'s allies had battled [[Dreva]]'s allies, and many gods died. [[Dreva]] had won, but at such cost as cannot be understood by mortals. [[Dreva]]'s own mother, [[Arisetsu]], the ancient god of hope, lay dying in a field, her warm light almost faded to darkness.
It was here that [[Vol]] found her. In a swirl of rose petals he appeared next to [[Arisetsu]]. Glancing with pity over her ancient body, broken and withered, he muttered "Death is my gift," as he had countless times before, and began bestowing his mercy upon her. But it was not the face of gratitude.
"[[Vol]], you cannot kill hope." Her eyes fluttered open. "Begone."
[[Vol]] shook his head. "Your time has come, [[Arisetsu]]. You think the world cannot continue without you, but you are wrong. Take my embrace. It is time!"
But the light around [[Arisetsu]] grew brighter, pushing [[Vol]] away with a great force, and [[Arisetsu]] rose, her ancient body looking stronger than he remembered her being for a thousand years. "[[Vol]], you cannot kill hope. When you try, you only make me stronger."
[[Vol]] is a gracious god, and a good god, but he is prideful, and nothing -- neither god nor mortal -- dared disobey him when he decided the time had come. [[Vol]] snarled with surprised anger. "You embarrass yourself. You embarrass the legacy of hope. IT IS TIME TO DIE!"
But [[Arisetsu]] grew even brighter, and the two took to the heavens, battling back and forth, light and darkness playing across the stars. Both had fought hard in the great war, and they were tired in ways that you and I cannot understand, but now they fought with renewed energy. Other gods nursed their wounds and watched with wonder as the two battled.
They did not get weaker. Instead, they each seemed to grow stronger, [[Vol]]'s withered form becoming gallant and powerful, [[Arisetsu]] growing younger, more beautiful, and even brighter.
[[Vol]] began to consider, for the first time, that he may not be able to bestow his gift, and it made him angry. With all of his power summoned into one command, the world shook as he bellowed. "ARISETSU, EMBRACE DEATH!" And with a wry smile, [[Arisetsu]] did so. But she did not die. Instead, in front of god and man and elf, [[Vol]] and [[Arisetsu]] kissed. It was a surprise to them both, and the other gods turned their glances away as death and hope became intimately intertwined.
And so began the romance of [[Vol]] and [[Arisetsu]] which continues today. Theirs is a rocky love, with many setbacks and battles, and often they refuse even to speak to each other. But so far, they have always returned to each other's embrace. For our sake, may it always be so.
- An apocryphal story told by human bards in [[Statehelm]].
''Notes for bards: this story should be adapted to your audience. In a solemn tavern, you can get amazing results with some simple props. A classic setup involves a candle, rose petals, and a fan. But in rowdy taverns, make the story as lewd or as gory as necessary. In a dwarven hall, play up [[Dreva]]'s embarrassment for laughs or pity. In elven lands, it's wise to bring in [[Errana]] in one way or another to add more sex. And remember the bard's rule #6: never tell a story the exact same way twice!''
}}
[[Category:Register of Lore]]