Arivelle

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Deities of Godville
Arivelle 
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Heroine [[Evangelione]]
Personality Amused
Gender Female
⚜️Guild 
Blue Feather Guild


Prologue

Arivelle is the seventh daughter of the house of Anarveth, which resides on the celestial plane of El-lueh. Her world is bathed in the warm, rich, golden light of endless summer, where fields of pasture and grains blow gently from an earthy scented breeze. Though a goddess from birth, she had claimed no realm to rule. Before Arivelle’s first words, her sisters had claimed the notable titles: Air, Water, Fire, Earth, Flora, and Fauna and her father and mother had their own prestigious realms of War and Fertility, respectively. Each time Arivelle would find a realm she could care for, one of her sisters would quickly denounce her right to the claim.


“Aren’t the stars pretty? Could I be the Goddess of the stars?” a toddling Arivelle once asked her siblings.


“Don’t be silly, Arivelle, the stars are in the sky and you know that anything celestial is my domain”, her sister Nebith declared.


“Not so fast, Nebith,” her sister Reenam interjected, “stars burn, so they are part of my realm of fire. You are more than welcome to the empty space between them.”


Before Nebith could respond, Danae corrected her sister, “It’s hardly empty! Don’t forget the moons, planets and asteroids are terrestrial, which is part of my domain of Earth!”


The conversation would continue like this between the six older sisters, sometimes going on for hours. Arivelle once made a claim to the realm of Science and her sister’s ensuing battle was so enraging and intense that their father scolded them all and declared that if they persisted any further, the realm they were actually fighting over was his. The six older sisters blushed with shame and stopped their current bickering, but Arivelle was the only one who left the conversation changed by her father’s rebuke. She would have no more part in her sister’s territorial spats and was determined that she would keep her musings on future realms to herself.


From that time on, Arivelle’s time with her sisters dwindled and she was more likely to be found in the fields and pastures of El-lueh than in the company of her family. It would be touching to say that she was missed and that her parents and sisters began to worry about her absence, but it wouldn’t be true. In actuality they hardly noticed a difference. It wasn’t that they were cold-hearted or loveless, merely preoccupied. The vastness of their realms came at the price, demanding the full attention of each god and goddess. Their subjects cried out for personal attention, demanding more and more influence from their divine rulers and each deity faced daily struggles of investing their attention in a few grand events and leaving most of their subjects unaffected or spreading their influence widely to affect the most subjects in the subtlest, impersonal ways.


“I swear, if I did everything this so called warrior asked of me, I’d have built his castles, out-fitted his men, built his defenses and then gone ahead and smite his enemy FOR him. I’m the God of WAR, not his personal champion!”


“Is it dinner already? I...I just need to help with the seeding and then to increase some of the forest so there will be enough wood for the winter. Oh and grow more of those herbs that help with fever, maybe you should start without me.” Incara, Goddess of Flora, would say to no one in particular.


Arivelle longed for a realm of her own, it was her nature as a Goddess to crave nurturing and encouraging great works and receiving praise and gratitude in return. Though the deities ate and drank the fruits of their labours, it was the adoration of the denizens of their realms that truly gave them their sustenance. So far, the only adoration Arivelle received was from a stray dog, her regular companion on her long walks. It’s personal devotion to her was enough to keep her feeling invigorated without feeling drained in the same way her family was.


“Dog,” Arivelle had no name for her friend for as it was not created by her she felt uncomfortable giving it a name, “why can’t being a Goddess be like this instead of the constant demand my sisters and parents face? Why can’t my realm be like a walk in the field with you?”


Arivelle cherished the relationship they had; the dog was satisfied by just her company, but was grateful for any good favour she might show. He was not her constant companion, often disappearing from time to time to carry on his own business, yet he always returned to her for care and attention. He put no other master before her and she put no other subject before him.


Arivelle’s family had chosen El-lueh for their home because its unchanging days masked the sense of time passing, a sense that could weary immortals like them, but it was only the days that remained unchanged, not the inhabitants. One day in that endless summer on El-lueh, Dog died. Arivelle walked on, feeling the loss of her companion, and without his adoration her being began to wane. It was during this time of mourning that she realized how the attention of one lowly creature had been all that she needed. A plan for a realm of her own took shape. Unlike her sisters, who tried to claim the greatest and most vast territory, she would claim a single individual, someone who would spend their lives on the road, as Arivelle did, making the world they lived in a little better by their deeds.


Arivelle, worried that her sisters would fight for control of her subject as they had fought over every other realm she had tried to claim, decided that the only thing her sisters could not lay claim to was something that was made from her own form. Starting with a lock of her hair, Arivelle crafted the shape of woman using powers known only to the divine. Before giving it life, she sent her creation to a world she knew would have need of a hero, a world that would understand the relationship she would have with her worshipper. Godville would be the home of her hero and, unlike Dog, her hero would have a name; Evangelione.


The Road Trip

Featuring GodAmanda83 , GodArivelle , GodUrsina , and GodZenaroth 

Chapter 1: Embarking for Adventure

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In the front hall of the Blue Feather Guild mansion, Ursina was listening to Arivelle ranting about the latest incident of her heroine, Evangelione, destroying valuable artifacts when Zenaroth snuck in through a secret door, throws Ursina over her shoulder, and began to head for the main door.

“Where are we going?” Ursina asks excitedly, anticipating the start of an adventure.

“It’s a surprise!” Zenaroth responds.

Arivelle, thinking quickly, reaches into a hidden pocket to reveal a party hat and a yo-yo. Grabbing a French horn from one of the wall decorations, she hands them to Ursina.

“I’m not sure where you are going, but you should at least be prepared”, she advises Ursina.

“Yay! Thanks!” Ursina replies. She dons the party hat, places the yo-yo into her pocket and tucks the French horn under an arm. Zenaroth passes Ursina a cake and a set of keys. Ursina tucks the boxed cake under her other arm and looks quizzically at the keys.

“It’s for the Cadillac”, Zenaroth explains as she opens the main door.

The chrome of the cherry red Cadillac gleamed in the sun streaming through the trees in front of the Blue Feather guild hall. With its top down, the immaculate cream interior was both awesome and inviting.

“I love Cadillacs! Are we going on a road trip?” she asks before realizing she’s the one holding the keys and this is her adventure she’s embarking on. “Who’s coming with me?” she invites. Zenaroth hops into the passenger side back seat while Arivelle covers her hair with a scarf before gracefully occupying the driver’s side back seat.

“What’s the scarf for? Zenaroth asks.

“I’m fairly certain Ursina’s driving will be wild and I never could rock the windswept look.” Arivelle responds.

“I call shot gun!” Amanda83 calls from the guild hall door as she runs down the front steps and claims the passenger seat.

Zenaroth reaches into the truck through an access door in the back seat and brings out some exquisite chocolate bars for everyone to enjoy on the ride. “If anyone is interested in Greek cuisine, I have some Baklava stashed in there too.”

Ursina, seeing her passengers are settled, slides into the driver’s seat, placing the French horn and boxed cake on the seat between her and Amanda. Ursina starts the car. The engine turns over immediately and from the torque on the frame and sweet rumbleof the engine, all four adventurers understand that this is no ordinary Cadillac. Arivelle tightens her scarf as Ursina’s smile grows larger and ever more roguish.

“Where do we want to go?” Ursina asks.

“I hear Azzageddi joined AMCW four years ago today…” Amanda offers, looking at the cake in the box and party hat on Ursina’s head.

Ursina gives a brief nod before revving the engine and peeling out of the Blue Feather parking lot. Residents of guild hall peer out their windows at the uncharacteristic noise and hear, just as the car careens onto the main road, the four women exclaim “ROAD TRIP!”

Chapter 2: The Watch

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Hurtling down the main road in the general direction of the headquarters of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is the rumbling cherry red Cadillac which had left the Blue Feather Guild property not so long ago.

“It’s up here on the left,” Amanda83 attempts to navigate for Ursina. “No! Your other left!” Amanda exclaims.

Ursina, expertly exits her right turn and begins a sharp left turn to make the corner heading towards AMCW. The whooping sound of Arivelle and Zenaroth, who are enjoying the roller coaster of a ride, startles several talking donkeys harnessed in front of The Bar. After drifting sideways for several feet, the car comes to an abrupt halt, perfectly parallel parked adjacent to the famous and much loved AMCW Bar.

“We are on a tight schedule, after all I have a Blue Feather tournament to run, so we are just stopping by to send our regards and cake to Azzageddi for his 4th year in AMCW and then we’ll need to leave.” Ursina tells her passengers before they get out of the vehicle.

Amanda looks at Ursina forlornly, “Okay, and a hug from Sasha and Pasha if they are around.” Ursina relents.

Zenaroth, looks at Ursina forlornly. “Okay, and if Sasha and Pasha are around you grab a non-alcoholic drink for the road, just don’t spill on the interior. I can only imagine how hard it is to clean cream leather.” Ursina remarks.

Arivelle looks at Ursina forlornly. “Fine. And bathroom breaks!”she said, exasperated, but moments later was as excited to race into The Bar as her road trip guests.

The four Blue Feather guild members enter The Bar, but three don’t make it further than the entrance. While Amanda was already familiar with the grandeur of the AMCW Bar from various times she snuck in, the other three had never visited before.

“It’s a bar…” Zenaroth’s voice fails him.

“No, it’s the temple of BARS”, was Arivelle’s abysmal offering as a description for the splendor.

“It’s better if you come in and actually sit at the bar.” Amanda chuckles fondly at her novice guild members. Eventually the three gawking visitors make their way inside and up to the bar to join Amanda. “I’m sure Azzageddi or Sasha and Pasha will be here shortly and we can get our hugs, our drinks and refreshed before returning to the road.” Amanda said, as she looked around the bar for the tell-a-tail signs of the bunny bartenders.

Suddenly Arivelle’s shy streak gets the best of her and she’s not sure she can handle meeting the illustrious members of the AMCW. With a little “eep” she jots a “happy 4th guild year, Azzageddi ” on the cake box using one of the pens stored in the many pockets of her dress and hangs Ursina’s party hat on one of the tall handled bar taps. “We should really get moving, I hear the Knights who Say Ni have this pretty cool square table and I’d like to get my photo with it as it makes me a sandwich.” Seeing that Zenaroth, Ursina and Amanda were still inquisitively eyeing the assortment of liquors and confections behind the bar, Arivelle begins to shoo them towards the entrance and the Cadillac waiting outside.”Remember that baklava Zenaroth described before we left? I’m sure we should have some on our way over.” she said as she shuffled the others along and out the door.

Resuming their places in the car, Ursina starts the Cadillac and the familiar rumbling rekindles the adventurers’ desire to hit the road. With a final “Whoop” the Blue Feathers head off to their next rendezvous.

Chapter 3: Land of Ni

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Chapter 4: The Asylum

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Chapter 5: The Theatre

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Chapter 6: The Finale

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If you liked these stories, you can read Evangelione's Chronicles posted on her wiki page.