Xyna

[Gossamer]

Xyna Xyna is the Goddess responsible for the creation and circulation of money, specifically the Rimmed Mizas in circulation universally around the known world. Xyna's followers are responsible for creating new money and keeping its circulation flowing securely. Xyna also prevents the counterfeiting of and reproduction of Mizas outside of the Miza Mint in Syliras. Xyna helps set the Mizahar GDP, and because she is responsible for establishing a fair system of trade, Mizahar was able to move past the Valterrian. Far more important in pre-Valterrian times, Xyna's priests and priestess' were almost godlike in their importance. The Valterrian changed all that. Almost extinct, the peoples of the world moved back to a barter system beneath the surface and only when they rose and started establishing cities did Xyna rise once more in importance. When Syliras first moved from a barter system to a token economy (any economic system in which otherwise worthless tokens are given value equivalent to goods and services), which is necessary in highly urbanized cultures, then it was deemed society would indeed survive. Xyna normally appears as a young woman with large doe-like eyes and equally dark hair. She wears bracelets of enormous sized Mizas and can be found in her Mint keeping up production. Mizas are backed by gold which is held in vaults beneath the Miza Mint.

[Quint Caravel]

OOC: Quint has Lore of Xyna in his CS

First day of Autumn, 513 AV

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He had never been a typical Svefra man. Perhaps it was that his father came from a city far removed from the Suvan Sea or that Quint himself had been born in Cyphrus while his mother made her way back to her pot. Perhaps it was something else. But in any event, Quint did not worship Laviku. He did not have a gnosis of Laviku. He did not pray to him. He did not even really believe in him; he had certainly never seen any time in his life when any Svefra came out on top do to their beliefs. But perhaps we see what we look for.

Quint knew very little of his birth father, but he knew this: the man had worshipped Xyna, and had made Quint's mother promise that the boy would at least know of his father's religion, and so the promise was kept and the young sailor was taught the ways and rites of Xyna.

Not completely. Not perfectly. Tinged by his barter-loving mother, Quint learned his knowledge second-hand. Still, it was a start: Quint knew that Xyna existed and had once had many more worshipers before that thing 500 years ago happened. And he knew she was the goddess of money. Perhaps alone among the Svefra, Quint liked money. His goal was to acquire it. He was not the most ambitious man, and so while it never mattered to him if he gained it legally or illegally, he had never actually followed through on any schemes -- because these took effort-- that involved counterfeiting or forging it. And so he felt that as far as he knew, it was worth taking a chance on praying to Xyna. The gods helped those that helped themselves, but no one helped you if they didn't know what you wanted. And perhaps he could help Xyna, too. He had yet to meet anyone else who worshiped her. This might mean he was looking in all the wrong places: perhaps there was a continent out there chock full of temples and cathedrals to her. But it might mean she could use and might want more worshipers.

These thoughts in his head, Quint bowed his head over the little altar in his Casinor that looked at first glance like a money safe, and prayed to Xyna.

"Goddess Xyna, my name is Quint Caravel. My father was a faithful worshiper of yours as I believe his father worked in the mint in Syliras then moved south when he retired. For their sake I ask that you at least hear my words. My goal is to be a merchant and trader and help spread Mizas all around the world. There are still many out there who barter, or hoard, or plunder or otherwise act in ways contrary to your will.

But I believe in you, and I believe in you more than in anyone else. You can see the truth of this. I ask only for a fair chance at becoming a merchant with a flourishing trade."

Quint closed with a few of the psalms and benedictions he knew, the parable of the Nuit moneylenders and the Knight of Syliras, for example.

He had never been a greedy or selfish man. Mizas flowed through his palms on a steady stream of wine and wenches. But if he was going to set things right with the past that had just caught up with him, he needed more wealth than he currently had. A prayer to the goddess of money seemed appropriate.