Fobroah
“The one who steals everything shall attain godhood.”
Planet Fobroah’s task was deemed impossible. How could a single person claim everything? For centuries, natives struggled to snatch each other’s belongings, but to no avail. Until a renowned dressmaker, Basats, thought of a solution.
Basats weaved a sack able to hold everything inside. No matter how many items he tossed in, the sack didn’t grow any larger. Basats walked together with his two sons, stealing any living and non-living alike. Not even sky-high mountains were safe from his grasp. As people fought to keep their belongings, he grabbed the fellow men and threw them inside the sack. Eventually, only Basats and his sons were left on a barren planet. The father glanced at his children, picked the two up and tossed them with others.
Still, nothing happened. So Basats continued to wander, picking the planet apart piece by piece. As he descended further, scorching heat emerged from the planet’s depths. The wanderer plucked the heat from the air and carried on. At last, only Fobroah’s sleeping core was left untouched. Basats reached out to grab it, but the colossal creature opened its eyes, spread its wings and glared at the thief.
Still clutching the sack, the man stared at the monster’s eyes, gained its vast knowledge, and ascended into the second god, Fobroah.
Basats weaved a sack able to hold everything inside. No matter how many items he tossed in, the sack didn’t grow any larger. Basats walked together with his two sons, stealing any living and non-living alike. Not even sky-high mountains were safe from his grasp. As people fought to keep their belongings, he grabbed the fellow men and threw them inside the sack. Eventually, only Basats and his sons were left on a barren planet. The father glanced at his children, picked the two up and tossed them with others.
Still, nothing happened. So Basats continued to wander, picking the planet apart piece by piece. As he descended further, scorching heat emerged from the planet’s depths. The wanderer plucked the heat from the air and carried on. At last, only Fobroah’s sleeping core was left untouched. Basats reached out to grab it, but the colossal creature opened its eyes, spread its wings and glared at the thief.
Still clutching the sack, the man stared at the monster’s eyes, gained its vast knowledge, and ascended into the second god, Fobroah.
Appearance
Fobroah is a short, hunched, purple-skinned man pulling a sack. An enormous eye sits vertically across his head. With a wide-eyed glare, Fobroah skims the surroundings, paranoid about anyone stealing his possessions.Six stubby arms emerge from his body. Two hold the bag, another pair clutches its opening, while two dangle in front, snatching everything Fobroah comes across. He can extend the arms’ reach, turning them into multi-jointed appendages. A thick tail drags behind, carrying the sack and ensuring nothing falls out of it.
A long, silk purple robe flows down his body, adorned with thin golden embroidery. Its pristine fabric shows no signs of wear or dirt.
Relationship with Shemokmedi
Fobroah is thankful to the Sun for inspiring his thirst for thievery. He hopes to someday snatch other gods and Shemokmedi, completing the collection.The Sack
Time flows differently inside the bag. The plants he plucks never wither, the buildings he tears down never crumble, and every person he snatches remains conscious of their dire fate.The Kidnapper
Parents speak of curious children not listening to their elders’ teachings and looking inside the bag. Others recount tales of Fobroah luring mischievous youngsters with promises of a lavish and enchanting life, only to take them for himself. Safe are the cautious children who do not fall for his lies.The Barren Paths
As Fobroah traverses Amaarion, he leaves a narrow trail behind, devoid of all plants and pebbles. Elders warn children never to follow the barren paths, or else the wretched god will steal them away.As time passes, soil covers the tracks, allowing plant life to flourish once more.
K’nksh God
Fobroah’s visage bears a resemblance to k'nksh, four-armed folk terrorising the Amaarioni. His tail and vertical eye matches k’nksh witches, while the thieving nature mirrors k’nksh men, who raid tribes and abduct women.Many blame Fobroah for k’nksh’s existence. Some believe the creaky folk emerged from the god’s sack, as maddened remnants of his homeland.
The Day Thief
“Aafya, have I told you about The Day Thief?”
The little girl was sitting near a campfire, nibbling on a prickly pear. She looked up, gobbled the snack in a second, shuffled in place and awaited grandfather’s tale.
“Years ago, when Apor was whole, people wished to honour the twelve gods. They split apart the year into months and named them after the deities. But! They made a mistake, and the calendar lagged behind. So once every four years, folk added a single day to the Month of Janoar.
But! The wretched god Fobroah grew jealous. He was the least liked of all gods, only receiving twenty-eight days to his name. So every four years, he snatches the day from Janoar, filling his sack with glee!”
Hearing the Second God’s name, Aafya gasped, glanced behind and dashed towards the grandfather for a reassuring embrace.
The little girl was sitting near a campfire, nibbling on a prickly pear. She looked up, gobbled the snack in a second, shuffled in place and awaited grandfather’s tale.
“Years ago, when Apor was whole, people wished to honour the twelve gods. They split apart the year into months and named them after the deities. But! They made a mistake, and the calendar lagged behind. So once every four years, folk added a single day to the Month of Janoar.
But! The wretched god Fobroah grew jealous. He was the least liked of all gods, only receiving twenty-eight days to his name. So every four years, he snatches the day from Janoar, filling his sack with glee!”
Hearing the Second God’s name, Aafya gasped, glanced behind and dashed towards the grandfather for a reassuring embrace.
Another fantastic article, you two~ I've been particularly enjoying the mythical nature of not only each god's ascension, but how they exist within the context of modern Ayonerra. Excited for the rest of this year, I am.
Thankful, we are!