Dyrra, the Sunken Voice

Domain: Secrets Drowned, Silence, Lost Language
Titles: The Word Beneath, She Who Sinks, Keeper of the Unspoken Deep
Symbol: An open mouth beneath waves
Origin Among Mortals: Dyrra was born in stillness — not the peace of silence, but the weight of it. In words swallowed for safety, in truths submerged to protect, in names forgotten on purpose.
She took form in the depths of repression and reverence, where language fails and meaning must be carried by breath alone. Her earliest worship came from those who had no right to speak, or no one left to listen — the silenced, the forbidden, the drowned.
Dyrra is the god of what cannot be said, and what must never rise again.
Nature of the Sunken Voice: Dyrra is quiet, vast, and immeasurably deep. She is not cruel — but neither is she gentle. She guards the buried truth and swallows it whole, cradling it in silence so complete it becomes sacred.
She does not answer with words. She does not echo prayers. But she listens, and for those who offer her their silence, she keeps their secrets from all — even themselves.
To invoke her is to give something up — a word, a truth, a memory — and let it sink forever.
Manifestation & Imagery: Dyrra appears as a veiled figure moving through deep waters, her mouth open but never speaking. Her eyes are lidless, flooded with ink-dark calm. Seaweed tangles her limbs like forgotten oaths. In some visions, her skin is etched with glyphs that no one remembers how to read.
Her symbol — an open mouth beneath waves — is drawn into silt, etched onto pearl, or woven into the hems of garments worn during mourning rites or silent vigils.
Worship and Followers: Her followers are the Drowned-Eared — monks of silence, keepers of unspeakable truths, and mourners who forget on purpose. They never speak her name aloud. All prayers to Dyrra are offered underwater, in lakes, basins, wells, or drowned caves.
Her rites include:
Submerging to whisper truths you wish to forget.
Writing memories onto stones and casting them into deep water.
Holding breath in total silence as an offering.
She is venerated in solitude — especially by those who carry dangerous knowledge, those who mourn in secret, and those who believe words have done enough harm.
After the Dark Awakening: As language broke, as spells failed mid-incantation, as magic itself lost coherence, Dyrra’s power surged. More and more turned to silence — not as retreat, but as refuge. In a world of screams and shouts, she became a sanctuary of still water.
It is said some Weavers now sink themselves beneath the waves to escape the madness of unraveling Aether — and hear her there, not in voice, but in the crushing weight of what was not said.
Some say she is the reason the sea keeps so many secrets. Others believe her domain is growing — that soon, silence will reclaim what noise has shattered.
Notable Sayings & Myths:
“She does not speak. She remembers.”
The Whisper Well: A sacred spring where one may offer a truth they cannot live with — and forget it forever, if they do not look back.
The Mouthless Bride: A myth of a woman who cut out her tongue on her wedding night to keep a secret she could not bear to speak. Dyrra gave her peace — and pearls where her voice once lived.
The Drowned Archive: A legendary vault of lost names, spells, and languages held somewhere beneath the sea, guarded by Dyrra’s veiled choir of the unspeaking.

“Some truths are kept not because they are sacred, but because they would ruin the shape of the world.” — Dyrra, the Sunken Voice