Mnemophorsis

Goddess of the Feydark, Mnemophorsis is a notorious accepting yet impassive diety. She’s respected as the goddess of Spite, Criticism, and Rhetoric. She’s mostly worshipped by the outcasts among Fey beings, such as those with mixed blood, those cursed into being Fey, transformed creatures, various monsters, and even Half-Elves.

The Fey are strange creatures where a generally good creature would be considered flighty and neutrally unpredictable by normal standards. The creatures of the Feydark are no different, but different from the Alice in Wonderland aesthetic of their Feywild neighbors by instead resembled something more Edgar Allen Poe in nature. Twisted, monstrous, grotesque, and mutated. They weren’t always like this; they were simply Fey creatures that didn’t live up to the standards of the more beautiful inhabitants and were fiercely ostracized for it over the course of decades. They were snubbed, mocked, and avoided by beautiful fairies, dryads, and nymphs for centuries, which bred ugly emotions of darkness, resentment, spite, and self-loathing. This, combined with the magical energy of the Fey that surrounded them changed their bodies to conform to their insides, exacerbating the problem while the other Fey remained beautiful, elitist, and superior in attitude.

Most of the Fey gods encouraged, participated in, and perpetuated this elitism, being that they stood at the pinnacle of the Fey aesthetic. But a solitary deity among them objected, insisting that treating the ugly as lower class was ridiculous. Mnemophorsis believed that everyone deserved a home, regardless of how ugly or how mixed their blood may be. She composed many songs and poems centered around this idea, the lyrics and melody inspired by the ugly Fey. For as long as she’d been around, her artwork was usually adored and enjoyed by all the Fey, though she never cared about the popularity. She worked her way up the chain of popularity in order to get her message heard, whatever it may be, but it was usually ignored as the Fey took what they liked from her work and ignored all the complicated stuff. And it happened again. No matter how hard Mnemophorsis tried to get the others to see things her way, no matter how much she argued and tried to force people to change their mind using logic and emotion, no one listened.

Eventually she stormed away, leaving the beautiful lands of the Feywild while screaming and cursing her peers for their stupidity, claiming to pity them for suffering the curse of being wrong, as always, and delved into the Feydark. As she crossed the border, her form changed to something much like the half-breeds and mutated creatures she stood up for, becoming rough and scaly in some parts, covered in fungi and moss all over, puss oozing from random areas, and her features twisting into something out of a nightmare. She was welcomed into the Feydark as a queen and rules as the one who gives the Fey with nowhere else to go somewhere to belong. She accepts any and all Fey creatures to the Feydark, no matter how ugly, mutated, or diluted their Fey lineage might be, as opposed to the Feywild that only accepts the graceful purebloods and the acceptably pretty people they favor. However, it quickly becomes apparent that in believing no one is special, Mnemophorsis staunchly refuses to give special treatment. No family, no close friends, no loyal followers; no one is special to her. They are all equally terrible creatures, much like the beautiful Fey, with bad taste and a habit for being wrong about things. So she, whose opinion is the right one, deserves to be in control as a matter of course. In public, she wears the guise of her original fantastical and beautific form that competes with even the prettiest in the Feywild, though she makes no effort to keep her true nightmarish appearance a secret. She’s the goddess of Spite, Criticism, and Rhetoric.

One fact kept hidden by the Fey is that the Lady of Air and Darkness was once one of the original Muses, the most talented celebrities idolized by Fey society for their beauty, artistic skills, and/or other enamoring nature. The Fey now pretend that the new muse they replaced her with was always the original one and spread credit for Mnemophorsis’ contributions to society to other Fey who felt they were more deserving of the fame; a fact that still frustrates and angers Mnemophorsis to the point of extreme violence.