Valmira

The Wild Muse

Valmira is the goddess of beauty, passion, and unshackled creation. She is the divine patron of artists, lovers, and dreamers who shape the world through feeling rather than form. Born from the first mortal who looked upon another with awe and longing, Valmira’s dance ignited the Feywild, a realm of wonder, whimsy, and ever-changing magic. Her beauty lies in impermanence, in the knowledge that nothing gold stays, and that truth is found only in what moves the soul now.

Appearance

Valmira is depicted in endless forms, none of which remain the same for long. Sometimes she is a flower-crowned dancer with eyes like falling stars, other times a chaotic fusion of color, light, and song, her body shifting like water or wind. Artists claim she appears to them in dreams, never twice alike, and always just before a moment of true inspiration. Her voice is music, her presence intoxicating. She is never still, and never silent.

Dogma

Valmira teaches that beauty must be free, unowned, and unpreserved. To try and trap art, love, or joy in permanence is to kill it. Her worshippers are taught to feel deeply, to create constantly, and to release what they love. Letting it inspire others before it fades. She scorns perfection and abhors rigidity. Her love is wild, her joy unrestrained, and when her tears fall they are said to bloom into the rarest flowers in the Feywild. She weeps still for her twin, Nyxarion, whose descent into obsession turned him from muse to monster. What he would preserve, she lets go.

Worship

Valmira is adored by painters, poets, musicians, sculptors, and all those who chase beauty across shifting horizons. Her temples are gardens, performance halls, and traveling carnivals. Her priests are not bound by robes or rites, they are wandering troubadours, masked dancers, and flame-hearted orators who spread passion like wildfire. There is no single holy text, but fragments of her gospel appear in whispered songs, unrecorded plays, and murals that fade with rain. The closest thing to scripture is The Petal Verse, a collection of ephemeral poems said to have been spoken by her own lips to a dying bard. No two recitations are alike, for to repeat beauty is to lessen it.
Her sacred celebration is The Wild Bloom, held during the first full moon of spring. Followers gather in masks and color to sing, dance, and create, burning their works at the festival’s end to honor beauty’s fleeting spark.

Relations

Valmira’s relationship with the divine is as chaotic and emotional as her teachings. She adores Aurora’s light, often weaving her colors into dawn. She shares kinship with Orun through their mutual love for transcendence, though he finds her unruly, and she finds him beautifull still. She once danced beside Cernius before he turned to the forest, and though their paths rarely cross now, there is mutual respect. But it is Nyxarion, her twin, who defines her greatest tragedy. Once mirrors of inspiration, they are now opposites in every way. Where Valmira frees, Nyxarion binds. Where she blooms, he bleeds. And yet, she still sings to him through the veil, hoping, perhaps, that even obsession may one day be released.

History

Valmira’s origin begins when a mortal, whose name has long since been lost, looked upon another and, for the first time, saw beauty. That singular feeling, pure and wild, broke through the divine stillness and gave form to Valmira. From her first breath, she danced. Her joy and longing spilled into the cracks between worlds, and from that dance, the Feywild bloomed, a realm not built but felt, where nothing is still and everything is art. There, her laughter shaped rivers, her tears fed groves, and her songs gave voice to the first fae.
In those days, she and her twin Nyxarion were one soul divided, dual muses of creation, untamed and luminous. But as she celebrated change and movement, Nyxarion grew obsessed with keeping what had passed. He sought to preserve beauty, to stop time, to hold the moment forever. When he could not, he turned from her. His realm became the Shadowfell, a mirror to her chaos, cold, still, and devouring.
Valmira did not stop dancing. Even now, her followers believe she weaves through every age of the world, shaping the hearts of artists, lovers, and dreamers. Wherever beauty rises only to vanish, wherever a song is sung once and never again, there, too, is the touch of the goddess who lets go.

Divine Classification

New God

Alignment

Neutral Good

Realm

Nirvana

Honorary & Occupational Titles

• The Wild Muse
• Flame of Blooming Joy
• Dancer of the Shifting Realms
• The Eternal Rose
• The Eternal Maiden

Pathfinder Statistics

Divine Attribute: Wisdom or Charisma
Divine Domains

• Change
• Creation
• Freedom
• Passion

Divine Font: Heal
Divine Skill: Performance
Favored Weapon: Glaive
Cleric Spells: 1st: dizzying colors, 2nd: enthrall, 4th: creation

D&D 5e Statistics

Suggested Domains

• Life Domain
• Peace Domain