DEITY: Uuma The First ((YOU [u]MO[/u]nitor))

Uuma (YOU MOnitor) gave birth to all the humanoids of this world. Uuma teaches that the humanoids of the Urth will be this world's master. The monstrosities, outsiders, and beasts will all submit to the rule of Uuma's children (humanity) or vanish from the Urth. They are all fodder for humanoids of the world. 

Uuma is depicted as a pregnant and large breasted woman sitting cross-legged. Her arms extend to each side low, palms up. Her right palm cups a liquid which pours from it. The left hand claps an assortment of varied orchids. Statues usually depict locally known varieties, but there are typically six different orchids.  Temples often have small enclosed greenhouses growing them, which is considered an act of devotion by her followers to keep her symbols alive.

Uuma sees all of her children as family, and each and everyone is necessary, pieces of a single puzzle, threads of a single tapestry. She weeps at the conflicts between the different species, the hatred carried in some hearts that is proudly passed down through generations. She believes only peace amongst her chilldren will save this world from ultimate destruction.

Uuma teaches the sacristy of the bloodline. Uuma followers often follow matriarchal bloodlines, but significant numbers have patriarchal descendance. The least common ones values both ancestries equally.

Not all followers of Uuma have the same definition of humanity. Humanity once meant any intelligent humanoid form, no matter how varied. Some Uuma devotions have much stricter definitions, seeing only humans as Uuma's true descendants, and in particular the Kahmonz human tribes that have settled nearly everywhere on Urth.

Uuma worship can fall in and out of favor. The co-existence of so many species is easier to champion during stable and peaceful times, and a sociaety that is flourishing. True worshippers see behind the current ills and believe there can always be peace and cooperation. All of Uuma's children want the same things when power over others is removed from the menu. Uuma worshipper are often mocked as idealistic, 

Amongst the oldest of Dragonkind, Uuma is said to be born with the pestilence of the Urth, such as the rats, flies, gnats, mosquitos, and vultures. And when the last of the dragons dies from this Urth, the children of Uuma will inherit the Urth. They are the pestilence that will rule over the dying corpse of a world.

Long ago, when the Urth was a green and blue world of lush lands, but not a bird or bee to be found, the Four Mothers found it. Feescha, Aneema, Uuma, and Burra all loved the lands and seas of this new Urth. Uuma was always trying to herd them to stay together. Uuma even lied to her younger siblings, that Feescha said they had to stay together. But Aneema was always running off everywhere, none the less. Uuma scolded Feescha that, being the oldest, she should keep them together. But Feescha wanted no such responsibility. Feescha was a horizon watcher. Always wondering what was beyond, what lay deep beneath the crashing waves. Burra was the littlest and an odd one, a dreamer and a loner. Burra was only annoyed by the sisters bickering. One day, Feescha swam out into the deep waters, opened her womb, and out came all manner of swimming beasts. The variety amazed and delighted Feescha. She swam into the depths to look at every, one, never to be seen again. Somewhat jealous of Feescha, Aneema opened her womb, and an even greater variety was born. Crawling beast, tiny and huge, four-legged, six-legged, eight-legged and more. Every one of which ran out to cover every land on this Urth. Content to see her children explore the world for her, Aneema lay down and fell asleep into the Urth. Frustrated, Uuma focused all her attention on her last sister, determined not to lose her. But this only drove the quiet Burra to open her womb and let loose flying beast of every shape and size. Each one flew away from Uuma to live above the scrambling beastx of Aneema and the desperate controlling Uuma. Burra grabbed the foot of a large beast, and it flew her away to a high perch where she fell fast asleep to the sound of the wind blowing over her, and the comforting chirps of her little winged children. Left alone, Uuma fretted over all her sisters enjoying their selfish freedoms. The beasts of her sisters wouldn't listen to her, and she had no one to talk to. Uuma took to telling herself stories. She spoke aloud to the creatures and plants, but they didn't understand the words, nor cared for the sounds of them. She entertained herself with stories of creatures like her and her sisters. They wandered and explored, they multiplied and built great things. They loved, lost, hurt, and angered. Great places they huddled in and became kings and queens of land and seas. They were lords of the beasts. They fought one another and killed. Great rescues, loves, and daring feats filled her days and nights. But eventually Uuma grew tired. She sat upon the Urth and, finally ready to sleep, she opened her womb. Out came two-legged beasts. They had listened to her dramatic stories of love, jealousy, envy, strife, and war. All the twists and turns of her stories filled their heads. They spoke, telling their own stories and little lies, and sought to herd the creatures to do their bidding. They built empires and loved. But watching them live out their stories, Uuma could not fall asleep any longer. She would watch her children take control of the beasts her sisters let roam the land in chaos. She would watch the two-legged organize the world into villages and nations. They found a million uses for everything they found in the world, making new things, creating. Uuma could never fall asleep with so much to watch.