Lords of Creation: Spawn of the Everlord
God of Politics and Commerce
Mazathustra, the Leonine Lord, the Golden God, the Player of Games
Played By: RavenStarver
Domains: Civilization (Politics), Wealth (Commerce)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Description: Scholars agree that the city Dras-Vulpes is one of the Wonders of the World—which is saying something, seeing how scholars love to argue so much. A proud merchant city, Dras-Vulpes is ruled by the High Priest of Mazathustra, and it shows. It is a model metropolis, with wide streets and beautiful buildings and spectacular sculptures. The city’s heroes, its poets, its great orators and generals and wise men are all preserved down to the finest detail in flawless marble. But the city’s fame does not come from these statues. To see the source of the city’s glory, you’ll have to visit the Great Temple.
In the Great Temple (which, being a theocracy, is also the center of government), you will find the Throne Room of the High Priest. And it is behind the Throne of the High Priest that the city’s pride and joy lies. It is a statue of a winged lion, crafted from gleaming brass. Its mane is made from purest gold, and glittering ruby eyes stare down at worshippers. The wings are covered in softest bronze, and pale silver fangs glint from within the stern mouth. It is an idol of Mazathustra, the god, patron, and protector of the city of Dras-Vulpes. Every day hundreds of citizens come to honor, pray to, and pay homage to the god. If you asked them what they thought of the statue, they would tell you it reflected their master’s likeness in every way. And for the most part, they are right—but unknown to the people of Dras-Vulpes, they made the idol with one single flaw:
They missed the ****-eating grin.
Mazathustra is the god of politicians, merchants, orators, and all those who prosper by a quick wit and a silver tongue. He adores mixing himself up in mortal affairs, whispering cunning advice into the ears of princes, kings, and emperors. He is benevolent and seeks to build a better world for mortals, while understanding the importance of holding no illusions: life is harsh and often downright unfair—and if the rules are stacked against you, there’s no shame in cheating.
While the god might be seen as making certain “moral concessions” to the rulers who worship him, he makes up for it by holding them to a rigorous ethic: if they wish to achieve Paradise, they must be prepared to sacrifice everything for their people. They must be prepared to sacrifice honor, family, friendship, even their very souls. Good rulers rarely make good men, and good men are rarely good rulers. Mazathustra tries to help his worshippers walk this treacherous path.
His clerics and ascetics, meanwhile, are famous for two things: their flexibility and their sense of sarcasm. Spiritually, they seek a strange sort of enlightenment: Utter Disenchantment. They wish to hold no illusions about the world or mortalkind, and to see life as it truly is, be it good or bad. In pursuit of this bittersweet beatitude, they have made great strides in the study of society: political science, economics, and military strategy are often their domain as much as prayers and miracles, and the priests of the Lion God are sought after the world over as advisors and tutors for would-be rulers.