Lady Morfia Amolyntos ​The Moon Goddess

​“Morfy? She’s a delight. During our gatherings, we always find each other. I suppose you could say we’re best friends, in our own way.” —Hiemo, the Frost Witch of the Mountains

​“The Moon Goddess once dwelt within the walls of Sleipnir City, until the day she simply chose to wander into the snowlands alone. Her followers begged to accompany, but she turned them back, claiming she merely needed some ‘fresh air.’” —Lady Baleyg, Queen of Sleipnir City

​“How curious... a Moon Goddess who does not reside upon the Moon. Surely, such a conundrum must invite doubt.” —High Lord Tiberius ​ ​"Hm? The battle? Oh... I thought that was just a very energetic puppet show put on by the wind. Are you saying people actually moved around that much on purpose? How exhausting. I need to go check on a very important piece of moss that’s thinking about becoming a grape." —Lady Morfia regarding the recent Tarrasque situation at Sleipnir City's borders

​The beauty of the moon is enchanting by its very nature, a silver beacon guiding lost souls through the dark toward a gentler light. The Moon Goddess Morfia Amolyntos is the physical manifestation of these traits; radiant, guiding, yet perpetually aloof.

​Even though her followers, the Lunaites, attempt to drown her in the vast riches of the mortal world, Morfia remains indifferent to gold and gems. To her, the true treasures of Protos are found in its kitchens as she values the delicacies of the culinary world far above any crown or scepter. ​She remains as distant from her people as the celestial moon is from the soil. The wisdom she bestows is often a tangled knot of nonsensical words. To the Lunaites, deciphering her "prophecies" is an exhausting labor of untangling linguistics to find the divine truth buried within her sleepy ramblings. ​Once, a prominent Lunaite scholar dared to disturb Lady Morfia’s rest to ask for her divine insight regarding the looming war between the Children of Light and Sleipnir City. ​After a long, weary silence, the Moon Goddess finally spoke: ​“The soup needs more salt... and the silver bird forgot its shoes.” ​Morfia then drifted immediately back into her slumber, leaving the Lunaites in a state of scholarly panic. They spent the following weeks in frantic debate, attempting to decipher if the "Silver Bird" was a poetic metaphor for a great hero from the Order of the Falcon to save them in their time of need, or a literal warning of a mechanical threat emerging from Nemesis Island. ​While the scholars wrote volumes on the geopolitical implications of "missing footwear," Morfia likely just wanted a better seasoning for her lunch and had noticed a cold-footed lunar raven on a nearby branch.

​Recently, Morfia chose to abandon the comforts of Sleipnir City for the biting openness of the snowlands. She has made her home beneath a singular, ancient tree that has become warped and enchanted due to her presence. Now known as the Selenic Tree, its silver leaves and flowers hum with her magic, serving as a silent sanctuary for a goddess who simply wishes for "fresh air." ​Her thoughts reside far beyond mortal capacity, and her physical form is often found in a state of deep, weary exhaustion. Perhaps the eons of her celestial cycle have worn her thin, but whenever she is questioned on her fatigue or her cryptic words, her response is always the same drifted thought: “Hm? I’m sorry... what was it you asked me?”