Lyssa

Enigma of the Eternal Night, Weaver of the Celestial Veil

The Twilight Deceiver

In the twilight of creation, where the veils of reality are thinnest, dwells Lyssa, the Sovereign of Shadows, She Who Veils the Truth. Her form is a riddle wrapped in the enigma of the cosmos, cloaked in the hues of an ever-deepening dusk. Her presence is an echo in the stillness of the void, a whisper that caresses the edges of consciousness.
Lyssa’s dominion stretches across the yawning chasm of Night, where stars flicker like her courtiers, dancing to the whims of her silent decree. She weaves Deception as a weaver spins silk, her tapestry blanketing the worlds in a darkness so pure it enlightens the soul. Madness is her gift to those who dare gaze too long upon her works, their minds unraveled by the profound truth of her enigma.
The Beasts of Tolaris—creatures of fang, feather, and fury—are her children, birthed from the womb of shadow at the dawn of existence. They roam the realms, embodiments of her wild heart, untamed and unclaimed. And Wealth, the glittering allure of avarice, finds its roots in her realm, for she is the hoarder of secrets more precious than gold.

History

Lyssa's eye, the Moon, a silent sentinel, watches unblinking across the expanse of the multiverse. It is an orb of vigilance, a luminary that knows no horizon, visible from every plane where the threads of reality are woven. A beacon of her omnipresence, it stands as a testament to her inscrutable gaze.
In the Age of Respite, a time of calm between the storms of chaos, she chose Quzira as her champion—a figure swathed in as much secrecy as the goddess herself. This marked an age where Lyssa’s direct touch upon the world receded like a tide, her influence whispering through the veil of history, unseen yet omnipresent.
Then came the Age of Nothingness, a time of cosmic upheaval when Vadik faded into oblivion, leaving behind a silence so profound that the universe itself seemed to hold its breath. It was during this epoch of quietude that Lyssa conspired with Gin in a clandestine ritual to imbue the moon with an eldritch power. This collaboration was to be her silent testament, a beacon across the planes, as the moon's newfound magic bathed Tolaris in a crimson radiance, painting the planet with a hue of portents and omens, as if the very blood of the gods had been spilled upon its surface.
Yet, the alliance with Gin was a gambit that would lead to her undoing. For in the act that turned the moon into an arcane lighthouse, Gin found the perfect veil for treachery. With a deceit as sharp as the edge of night, Gin betrayed Lyssa, delivering a fate most ironic. The goddess of deception, caught unawares by a betrayal from within her circle, was slain, her essence dissolving into the red glow that enveloped Tolaris.
Thus, Lyssa's tale weaves through the fabric of Tolaris's history, her legacy a constellation of questions, her life a narrative as cryptic as the shrouded dominions she once held sway over. She remains the shadow at the edge of sight, the chill under the blood-red moon, a reminder that even in silence, her influence lingers, as pervasive and as elusive as the very secrets of the night.

Worshipping Lyssa

The followers of Lyssa, the inscrutable goddess of the night and all its veiled wonders, worship her through rites and rituals steeped in enigma and shadow. They gather under the cloak of darkness, where the world is silent save for the whisper of the wind and the rustle of leaves. Her temples are not structures of stone and mortar, but rather the boundless cathedrals of the open sky, where her celestial eye, the moon, keeps watch from above.
Her acolytes are the silent watchers in the night, draped in robes as dark as the void between stars. They chant not with words, but with the quiet breaths of those who tread softly between worlds. Their prayers are the soft murmurs of the night-time breeze, their offerings the secrets they weave into the tapestry of dusk. They light no candles, for their faith is illuminated by the starlight and the gentle glow of Lyssa's moon.
In the rituals dedicated to Lyssa, her followers seek communion with the divine by embracing the domains she governs. They enact tales of deception, donning masks that obscure their true selves, reveling in the freedom that comes with anonymity. They court madness by challenging the boundaries of their understanding, daring to push the limits of their perception in their quest for her favor.
The beasts of the wild are sacred to Lyssa, and so her adherents practice the art of the silent hunt, moving with a grace that leaves no trace, save for the softest imprint upon the earth. They gather in wealth not as gold or jewels, but in the form of arcane knowledge and hidden lore, treasures that hold sway in her domain.
The culmination of their worship occurs when the moon waxes full and bright, a perfect orb in the night sky. It is then that Lyssa's followers unveil their innermost secrets, whispering them to the night as offerings. They believe that in doing so, they are seen by their goddess, and that their whispered truths travel upwards, carried by the beams of the moon, to be received by Lyssa herself in her celestial abode.
To worship Lyssa is to embrace the mystery of the night, to find solace in the unknown, and to seek the truths hidden in the shadows. Her followers walk a path veiled in secrecy, their faith a quiet force that moves unseen across the realm of Tolaris.

Pantheon
Greater Gods
Areas of Concern
Animals, insanity, madness, monsters, nightmares
Domains
Animal, Darkness, Madness, Trickery
Subdomains
Deception, Feather, Fur, Greed, Insanity, Loss, Moon, Night, Nightmare
Favored Weapon
Acupuncture Needles
Symbol
An invisible night sky
Sacred Animal
Playpus
Sacred Colors
Black, dark blue, dark purple