#abadar

[dreadninjart]

Abadar Enforcer

Currently unnamed NPC for my Starfinder game. An Abadar Corp Enforcer/ Bodyguard that is investigating the PCs activities. 

[vivi-the-goblin]

On Pathfinder's "definitely beneficial, reasonable, and neutral" god of cities, law, and merchants

Abadar when preaching: Obviously my commerce won't exploit people, I'm the god of fair deals, I support laws that make sure people stay fair in thier dealings! Wealth and trade is beneficial to all, and I would smite anyone who would twist laws or deals in favor of the powerful! And I, as the ultimate and most clever negotiator, will make sure things run smoothly Abadar when his clergy are openly exploiting people: Abadar when his church becomes prosperity gospel: Abadar when things are so bad the major gods are coming together to form a divine labor union for the mortals: Abadar when it's a known coin flip on whether his champions are fighting oppression or the oppressed: Abadar when stealing from a corporation or disrupting the supply chain: So you have chosen death

Abadar when telling his brother, the god of greed, to guard his vault instead of helping stop mass deicide...and finds it empty upon return.:

[Surprised pikachu face] You know...I'm starting to think the fantasy capitalism god isn't actually looking out for everyone! Wait a second...Part in ending a major war not as large as he/his supporters might claim? Says everyone will benefit from commerce when the policies really just lead to the rich getting richer? Doesn't like unions?

Ah fuck I was hoping for hell, I think Reagan just got incarnated into Pathfinder.

[archpaladin]

I honestly think not enough attention is paid to the fact in the world of the Pathfinder Roleplaying Game, Golarion, that ALL temples to the god Cayden Cailean are bars. Combined with his popularity among people of almost all classes (being a god of revelry, freedom, and adventure in addition to alcohol, and one of the few mortals to ascend to godhood), and I almost wonder if a fully secular bar might only exist in Rahadoum, where ALL religions are outlawed by the state!

Same thing with Calistria, the goddess of lust, trickery and vengeance. As far as I'm aware, virtually all of her temples function as brothels, and given the goddess' other aspects almost any sex worker who joins the clergy has a built-in union to stab people who try to exploit them. Secular sex work establishments would probably have a hard time competing with an institution like that...

The god Abadar's church created the concept of banking and requires all lawyers where it operates to be licensed by them. Every forge can effectively be a shrine to the dwarf god Torag, even if you yourself aren't a dwarf.

Religion plays a MUCH bigger role in the everyday goings-on of Golarion when so many places for work and leisure can be owned and operated by various churches, but I feel sometimes that gets barely touched on, even WHEN you're playing a cleric!

[bi-hop]

Went to bed thinking about the hilarity of that one bit in Divine Mysteries where the in-canon author, Yivali, starts speculating hard if Abadar and Asmodeus (or Abadar and Irori) (but NOT Abadar/Asmodeus/Irori in a triad) are romantically involved against her mentor’s best wishes and then had a dream where I was in Cheliax and forced to attend a festival commemorating the ‘unholy union’ of Abadar and Asmodeus, as revealed to the people by the clergy of both churches.

Because apparently they got married or something.

L. O. L.

[justarandomnobody]

Today, I join my gm's second Curse of the Crimson Throne run, a few sessions in. They need a healer, so I thought of a healer character. The party is comprised of chaotic characters and chaotic players, and all of them have something against Abadar and his love of rules, laws and civilization. When the gm told them that the new pc would be the follower of a legal deity, they kind of panicked. One of them even asked, "will he be a cleric of Abadar?", and the gm assured them that he will be not. The problem is, we're Spanish speakers, and we have two words for "cleric": clérigo (male) and clériga (female). They asked if I was a male cleric.

I'll keep a tab on all the heals I'll use on them and take a tax for the city in every loot we find, and I'll do it with a smile and happy to help the party and the city with it.

[jean-dieu]

A Father's Love

"Malty?"

No answer whatsoever. The man narrows his eyes for he knows Malthus is near. If the kid doesn't answer to his name, it's always because he's hiding somewhere. That is something he's certain of, but where did the little tiefling manage to camouflage this time is a whole other question. The boy was good at being sneaky, for the best and for the worst. Keeping track of his son's hiding spots has been proven useless as he somehow always manages to find a new, better location.

"For Abadar's sake Malty, we're going to be late for today's service and I'm not going without you once again." He says in a stern, loud voice, hoping his natural authority would be enough to scare the child out of his secret little hideout. But the cleric's warning is only met by silence once again. Hopeless, he turns around, scrutinizing every cupboards, tables, chairs, curtains where the spade of a scaly tail or the point of small horns could maybe be spotted, but nothing.

He sighs. He knows they are getting late, and his position in the Church of Abadar can't allow him such leniency in his schedule. An idea crosses his mind, but bribing his own child, really? Is this his idea of education? He glances at the clock, and clenches his jaw. Time really isn't in his favour, and he needs to leave now.

"… Oh well. I suppose I'll leave without you. Too bad, I was planning to get a few cherry tarts after the service, but-"

He can't even finish his sentence that he feels something grabing his shoulders from above. It's enough to send shivers down his spine, and he swiftly raises his head, his eyes meeting with the little tiefling's one. And there he is, he mutters internally. Nimbly hiding between the wooden beams of the ceiling, securing himself with his tail, the soft glow of his yellow eyes betraying his position if only he had thought of looking up!

"Cherry tarts?" Malthus echoes enthusiastically, crawling back in his father's arms like a snake as the man reaches for him. "How did you even manage to get there…" He mutters for himself, both scared for his son's safety and impressed by his abilities. The cleric looks at him for a moment in silence, trying to keep a stern and angry face for the sake of it, before dropping the act. The little tiefling, on the other hand, looks half sorry, half very proud of himself. A small apologetic smile creeps on his face, flashing his sharp crooked teeth as he seems to await whatever punishment his father will deem fit for his unruly behaviour.

Silence again, then a sigh.

"Well, aren't you a mischievous little thing…" His father says in a defeated voice as he helps his son climbing on his shoulders as they both leaves for their usual church. "Come on. You delayed us more than enough, no need to waste more time."

"So, no cherry tarts I guess?" "Oh, you really don't deserve them, little rascal" His father frowns, before half-smiling "But I can't let my own son go hugry, can I?"

[greaterstolenlandspolycule]

Oh my god Abadar is such a fucking boomer...

[thawte-wills]

Memories of Faith (After the Siege of Sandpoint)

"...Sister Faith?"

The blackened debris surrounded her like jagged spires growing from the ground. The still fresh, acrid smell of burning scorched her heart; though all the embers had long petered out.

Faith Dy'S—Ravenswood stared out at the structure that had raised her, as much as she did it. Her first true creation at the side of her fellow sisters and brothers of the faith. And, the ones who led her to follow in Desna's footsteps, Father Tobyn, and now, Father Zantus. One died in a fire when it was a chapel, and the other died in a fire set by a red dragon on the newly constructed cathedral.

It seemed like a cruel gift of fate that not only did Zantus fall in the same fashion the previous high priest did; but Faith was 'blessed' with a vision of his death. Though the Sandpoint Cathedral lay in ruins; she still saw it all so clearly, as if the fire was closing in again.

Then again, she could also remember walking into the chapel it was before its first fire; but it looked so big to her at that age, even if it truly wasn't. Her eyes peered down to see the burnt remains of the murals that hung around the prayer garden, and a tinge of hope sparked for her that maybe, just maybe, there was a small image of any of the gods worshipped there that had survived. Her covered feet ambled through the charred, jagged wood with ease; a sign of her growing skill, yet the farthest thing from her mind was how powerful she had grown.

"...Sister.... Faith?"

The seven stones still stood strong in the middle of the ruins, unbeaten by fire for a second time; the only thing standing for a second time. It was almost enough to stop her heart from feeling dour. Almost. Choking back a sob, she laid against one of the stones, its ash rubbing off on her 'adventuring vestments' she'd made for herself. Whatever. She'd clean it later.

Blinking back tears that were winning the fight and burning against her eyes, she searched for the hope she was looking for: a star off of Desna's mural, a single background decoration of a gold piece of Abadar's, a piece of a ray of light from Sarenrae's brilliance, the beauty of even the smallest illustrated part of Shelyn, a hint of the waves or storms of Gozreh, or even the smallest part of an antler or arrow of Erastil; something to help her hold onto hope.

But nothing but the scorched stones and discolored pine and eucalyptus seemed to be recognizable through the multitude of ash. "Father Tobyn... Father Zantus... Desna... What should I do?" Her own words were the final nail in the coffin, as her soft sobs were finally rung out of her.

"....."

For a moment, the wind picked up, rushing the ashes past her and out of Sandpoint on a breeze; and with a soft hiccup she was able to clear her eyes for a moment. And on the singular stone surrounded by the seven others she saw her old carving of a star, back when she was first learning of Desna.

The small, roughly carved star was a foolish whim she'd taken upon herself when she first learned of the Desnan clergy's penchant for leaving 'Found Marks' in difficult to reach places. Once it had caught the attention of Father Tobyn what she was doing, she feared she'd be admonished when she simply wanted to leave her own mark somewhere. Thankfully, Father Zantus (Brother, at the time) had intercepted the older priest, and had somehow convinced him that this was the true meaning of the middle stone. A place for those who worshipped to leave their own mark, no matter who they worshipped; the start of the Shrine Wall writings in the Sandpoint Cathedral.

This star had somehow caught ash in its rough ruts, and almost out of instinct, Faith looked out in the direction it pointed. Past the damaged town and homes, even from the other side of the town, she could still see it.

A large flaming meteor surrounded by massive white fangs glowing with the power of some unknown creature's magic, plastered to the side of The Old Light. But she knew the symbol wasn't what it was pointing toward; it was pointing toward Zephyr. Her draconic protector. Her magical colleague. Her close friend. And maybe... maybe more. Even though dull and misshapen, like the Stair of Stars it seemed to point directly to her own North Star. "Thank you. I hope.... I hope I can make you all proud."

Faith stood, feeling a bit stronger emotionally and more set in her faith while wiping away some tears. As she brushed off the ash on her clothing, she finally heard the voices calling for her.

"Sister Faith! Are you alright in there?"

Taken aback by the voices, she'd almost forgotten she was one acolyte of a remaining five; her being the youngest, and yet the most devoted. As hastily as she could, she cautiously made her way through the remnants of the cathedral back to the front, her eyes set on returning to her draconic mage in his time of need and unbridled fury. Once her feet found purchase on the unburnt grass slightly outside of the remains she saw the four in front of her, all of them focused strongly on her. At first, their patient but quizzical stares only drew questions from her; but quickly she realized they were looking to her the same way she had with Father Tobyn, and Father Zantus. Like a leader, or a-"High-Priestess, what should we do?"

The sudden title surprised Faith, and she was sure the look was obvious on her face, even after doing her best to try to hide it afterward.

"Please Torthiel, right now, its too soon to say that much." The old fear of never being able to travel and explore like a real child of Desna loomed over her emotions once more, but she wasn't the same girl she had been when she first volunteered herself to the adventurers that would help her to become one of the Stormbringers.

"We will rebuild again. We were all here to set the structure of the Cathedral, and we will be here for it again; like it has always been here for us. Look, the seven stones still stand strong, both a testament to Desna's power, as well as Abadar, Sarenrae, Shelyn, Gozreh, and Erastil. Father Tobyn and Zantus have guided us the best they could. Now it is time for us to walk the path.

"Torthiel, Lasslin, Sargiel, Naerbera. For now, we will help the town; and in time, the town will help us. We were all there when the blueprints of the Cathedral were drawn up, and we will remake it in its previous glory. Help those you can. Heal those in need. And when you are done, rest. There has been much pain here, but Desna will bless us all with peaceful dreams for our hard work." With that, she lightly hugged each of her fellow siblings of the cloth, simply glad they were able to see another day.

"But Faith..." Lasslin whimpered softly, "Are you to leave again? And if so, who will lead us?"

"Desna has her plans for me, sister. Save for these last few months, I have only spent my time on Golarion within these walls. I don't plan to leave immediately; but for right now, I cannot be the High Priestess just yet. I promise you all, I will return after Desna has shown me what she needs to. But until that day, I will never be too far away. You all have your own paths with your gods you must follow. And just like this church and its gods, you will lead together, as my Deacons of the Faith." A smirk played on Faith's lips as she continued,

"But you better believe I'm not leaving the foundation of the construction to you fools." The five acolytes held together then in a group hug, all smiles and tears at their melancholy situation, yet hopeful for the future.

After they had all released their hold, they dispersed around town to help the citizens still reeling from the attack.

And Faith? She had her dragon to console.