Gods of the Tukumbára

Every land has its own Gods, many of whom are very clearly the Gods of Éda under different names, or slightly different interpretations while their power spreads across the world.
Below are a few of the Gods from lands to the West of the Varolian which do not draw any clear parallels, and show how different the values and culture of people who live there are compared to Praelos and Òsa.

Iruvë, Mother of Masks

Chief among these foreign gods and first upon the lips of the natives near to or within Praelan land is Iruvë, God of the Mirror Tree. Her domains are many, and often seemingly disconnected until explained to foreigners.
She is a Goddess of poison and warfare, for her silver flowers are amongst the deadliest poisons known to mortals, and are regularly used for hunting or battle. Yet also a Goddess of spirits and medicine, for her faithful imbibe her toxins to receive visions, commune with the dead, and flush fevers from the body. Yet also a deity of disguises and illusions, for the tree species itself shifts colours based on what is around it, and one can see themselves in its flowers.
She is the embodiment of the jungle - treacherous and deadly to those who know her not, yet a home and healer for those who respect her.

Orokaan, The Red Maw

All cultures, no matter where have a God of Fire, and the people of Tukumbára are no different. Yet their interpretation is wildly different to the warmth of benevolent Talsia, closer to her destructive son Akhenfólas.
He is the God of hunger and predation and death, who eats all set before him. The fires people light for warmth are also done to appease him, granting him small prayers to prevent him growing angry enough to take what he is owed. Cooking too is deeply religious here, an act of allowing him to eat his fill before mortals are allowed their meals - burning food accidentally is an omen that he is growing hungrier, and leads to people lighting extra fires around their villages and tossing on spare wood to appease him further.
He is quickly becoming known as a God of foreigners, as Praelos deliberately sets the jungle alight to clear areas quickly for settlements, or to smoke out the people defending their homes. Thus he has began to take the form of man in paintings of him, instead of the flaming jaguars and tigers which used to embody him.

Maluáma, Old Dreamer

A beloved god by the Tukumbárans, who often yawn while saying his name as a joke amongst themselves. He is a God of caves and restful slumber, known as a protector of those who take shelter within the lairs of his Giant Sloth children. The elves of the region in particular believe he is also a God of ancient time and memory, who has watched the forest slowly grow old after he carried it to this location on his back in the days of myth and remembers the name of every tree and beast to have ever lived here.
He is prayed to at the beginning and end of daily meditations, and occasionally offers prophecies or meaningful dreams to those who please him with offerings of fruit, moss, or honeyed cakes left outside of caves.
Strangely, though he is known as a peaceful, sleepy, guardian for most in the jungle, the typically ferocious Rukaal fear him greatly. They believe that resting near an open cavern will trap part of your soul there, and that dreams are always terrible omens (even pleasant ones.)

Kuyaya – The Howling Laughter

Another beloved deity, Kuyaya wears the visage of a brightly coloured monkey with a bird's head at the end of his tail and is a God of youth, laughter, and rainbows. Unlike the Varolian, where few know their actual date of birth and simply celebrate during the summer or winter solstice, birthdays are always important to the people of Tukumbára, and children's birthday's doubly so.
Each birthday is a holiday for the whole village, filled with songs and dancing and gifts, and at the end of it the child choses one of their toys to bury in thanks. Something to never forget though, is he is also a god of mischief and chaos - forgetting an offering after such a celebration is near guaranteed to lead to him sending biting ants or trickster spirits to the child's home in retribution.
Praelos once invaded a village during one of these festivals and, though the troop successfully wiped out or captured most of the natives, found themselves beset with a dozen plagues for months aftewards, from sickness to savage beast attacks to shapeshifting curses.

Lolukuá, Speaker of Lies

The jungle of Tukumbára is filled with incredibly beautiful birds of bright colors with the uncanny ability to mimic human voices. Some of these birds are even predatory, mimicing the sounds of people in distress to lure rescuers into predators or natural traps that they might devour the remains. Those that eat fruit instead are often taken as hightly intelligent pets, or trained as lookouts with the ability to actually state what is coming.
Lolukuá is the patron Godess of these birds, and claims the domains of deceit, beauty, and performing. Storytellers and songwriters will venerate her, and a belief holds amongst many that she is also a god of secret truths, things that should not be spoken for good or ill.

Tzekuán, Who Passes By

The river and rain, abundant sources of freshwater, are often seen in similar lights to Patír as a parental figure who offers life and nourishment to the entire rainforest.
While Tzekuán is known as a lifefbringer, he is known more for being a God of mourning, tears, spiritual healing, forgiveness, and change. He is a comfort to the grieving or the hurt and encourages them to truly feel, and then release everything they need to, that they may move on. The extremely regular gentle rain of Tukumbára is said to be cleansing and purifying, and the constant march of the great river is used in a ritual where natives who have at least partially recovered from tragedy or mourning will draw or write their pains onto leaves or bark, and send them floating away.
The Rukaal, who dwell within Tzekuán's river and eat those who draw near, are seen by some as demonic spirits who defy the God by holding onto ancient grudges and old hatreds, staying in one place instead of being carried away by the flowing waters. Others claim that they are drowned souls who refused to let go, who clutched their grief so tightly they sank, and became monsters. They are what happens when pain is not released, but fed instead.