Romara is the patron goddess of the agnethe, a religion carried whole from the lands of their birth with their great migration in millennia past. She is a goddess of harvests, births, weddings, and similar celebratory milestones in life. Agnethe were assured Romara watched over them, rejoicing in their successes and empathizing with their failures. She assured rains for the crops, healing for the sick, and fortune for the hard-working. In the past, Romara’s worship marked holidays in every month. Parades carried effigies of the goddess cast in flowers and food. The cornucopia and the hare, her symbols of faith, adorned feast tables and festival clothing. Countless songs spoke of her maternal beauty and poetry brought tears to those who heard of her gentle love for her people new to a foreign land.

Long centuries since the emigration, through battles for land and power, and across years of insular greed and entitlement have diminished the role Romara now plays in the lives of a majority of agnethe. The goddess now seems a quaint affectation of history, a benign ghost belonging to their ancestors and of little impact to their daily lives. Commerce, currency, and control now man the altars of many in agnethe society, especially in the Kingdom of Nacjaseste. Beyond the borders, true belief in Romara and her doctrine is a pallid thing, generations of neglect reducing devotion and ritual to absent aphorisms and gestures.

Romarans -true, devout, and honest Romarans- are few and far between. Some agnethe of advanced age gain an epiphany in their later years, removed from the burdens of responsibility and opened to Romara’s expectation of work for the greater good. Some younger agnethe stumble upon Romara’s word when they tire of the constant strife among the families for position and power. And many who find themselves in Romara’s embrace find their way there with the help of others, carried along the path as their mentors once were.

Romarans work for the greater good wherever they can. They give generously to the poor, offer time and energy to their community, and carry responsibilities far beyond their immediate family and trade to free others’ efforts. They eschew wealth and glory, preferring to exist as a compliment to those who work toward even larger goals of good and peace. Romarans are unfortunately easily duped, at least in the beginning of a relationship, and will always prefer to see the good in others, even if that good is a complete fabrication. They will carry the harsh lessons they learn along the way but will always be open to the possibility that they hold the key to someone’s redemption.


Humility carries the harvest to those in need. The light of day and the stars of night shine down to illuminate those trapped in shadows. My hands heal, and my eyes weep for your trials in pain. Work well and true with the strength of your arms, and the strength of your mind, and the strength of your heart, and you will be able to carry all those around you, for I cannot carry you, though I will be beside you, until I call you home to my embrace, there to guide your children’s children’s children on their own road of life.

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