Arthmara is the elven goddess of Logic and Reason, revered as the keeper of order, the architect of laws, and the unflinching eye of truth. Her wisdom is sought by scholars, judges, and strategists, who see in her the cool certainty that lies beneath the world’s chaos. Though often portrayed as distant or stern, Arthmara values clarity over comfort and teaches that emotion must serve reason, not rule it.
"Clarity is not born of instinct. It is earned through discipline. To understand the world, you must first silence the part of you that wants it to be otherwise."
- Arthmara.
Appearance
Arthmara appears as an austere elven woman garbed in flowing robes of pale ivory and slate gray, marked with subtle geometric patterns—symmetrical, exacting, and impossibly precise. Her silver-white hair is drawn back into a smooth braid, threaded with fine cords of platinum and blue glass beads that represent logic’s many branches. Her eyes are pale blue and piercing, capable of seeing through lies, illusions, and even hope when it blinds. When she speaks, her voice carries the calm inevitability of falling water - measured, quiet, but inescapably strong.
Godhood
Long ago, when the elven nations were young and fractious, Arthmara was a philosopher and lawgiver in the Highwood sanctums of Elseran’thel. She sought to understand the deeper truths that governed life - beyond impulse, tradition, or belief. Through study, discourse, and discipline, she uncovered patterns that shaped thought itself, and she composed the First Treatise of Balance—a scroll so flawless in its structure that it was said to anticipate every question the reader could ask, and then answer it without contradiction.
The gods took notice not because of its beauty, but because it endured. Where mortal truths fractured, hers held. When the god of riddles challenged her to a duel of logic, she dismantled his puzzles until he vanished in shame. When the goddess of passion tried to sway her, Arthmara listened - and then calmly defined her arguments into predictable patterns. In time, the gods offered her ascension not as reward, but as recognition: she had become a force as constant as gravity, as inevitable as time.
Despite her unyielding nature, Arthmara is not without complexity. She disdains Artalos openly—dismissive of the inefficiency of beauty and the fallibility of emotion. Yet she is always present when his great works are unveiled, and it is whispered that in the quiet galleries of the stars, she has built a vault of his finest pieces - each catalogued, measured, and cherished in silence. Her teachings acknowledge creativity as a valuable variable - so long as it can be observed, measured, and improved.
Worshippers
Those who revere Arthmara are scholars, judges, tacticians, logicians, and mages of the highest discipline. They often wear robes or tunics without adornment, but always precisely cut. Many wear circlets or pendants etched with interlocking rings or fractal spirals, symbolizing the recursive pursuit of truth. Debate is a sacred act among her faithful, and many temples function as courts, libraries, or forums where clarity is pursued through logic.
Tenets of Faith
- Truth is not a matter of feeling, it is a matter of fact.
- Emotion is natural, but must never override reason.
- Order sustains; chaos consumes. Preserve what endures.
- Precision is a form of reverence. Sloppiness dishonors the mind.
- Wisdom lies in structure, not volume. Speak with intent.