Otmar

"One who grants me a weapon to slay the stars above shall attain godhood."

Grand flames whistled on planet Otmar. Proud smiths worked tirelessly, mastering their art with utmost dedication. Amongst the crafters, Opezar was unmatched. Metal rang from his forge day and night, and yet, no blade proved good enough. Since childhood, he had heard stories of the Khalibur, a blueprint hidden inside the Grand Khalib Pit, the largest volcano on Otmar. Many dismissed it as a fairy tale, or an impossible endeavour. But one day, Opezar ascended the peak, gouged out his right eye and flung it into the crater. Scalding lava erupted from the pit, etching deep burns onto the smith’s face. A massive diagram unfolded in front of the drowned eye, granting Opezar the sought-after knowledge.

Closing his left eye let Opezar read the Khalibur. With renewed spark, the smith set to work. As years passed, a colossal spear took shape, rivaling Otmar’s highest peak in length. Opezar shared the insight with fellow crafters and with his guidance, thousands of lesser spears dotted the planet. Massive chains held down the weapons, suspended in ever-growing tension.

As they continued the task, a mysterious woman descended on Otmar. Unlike Opezar’s kin, she possessed horns, wings and tails, while a hexagonal halo hovered behind her head. She called herself Med’Hea, a survivor of planet Sept’Ambra. She preached against the Sun, advising locals to forgo the task, as fulfilling it would destroy their home. The warnings divided people. Some fully believed her tales, while others paid no heed. To Opezar, they were but blasphemous delusions. The Sun was their creator, the original forge, a living flame who inspired their life's work. Overtaken by pride and passion, Opezar carried on his craft, and after years of painstaking work, forged his magnum opus.

Suddenly, an earthquake shook the planet. An enormous, long-necked creature emerged from the depths, its human face staring at the spear. Anger and regret overcame Opezar. Without wasting a second, he shattered the chains and released their unbearable tension. The spear split the skies, piercing the monster’s skull.

Other smiths followed suit, and thousands of harpoons hailed down the Sun’s child. But before its death, the monster glared at Opezar, granting him its vast knowledge and ascending the smith into the tenth god, Otmar.

Physical description

Opezar possessed a vivid amber eye and light pink hair. He was tall, stocky, with pronounced musculature. A helmet covered his burnt face, its metal glowing brightly with heat. It possessed a single eye hole, with golden sun ray ornaments radiating from it. Opezar’s shaggy beard flowed from underneath his helmet, its coarse strands resembling dried grass.

As punishment for slaying the core, the Sun turned Otmar into an ever-boiling lava. He is unable to speak, take a human form or control his own heat, instead swirling as a shapeless mass of molten rock.

Relationship with Shemokmedi

Initially, Opezar revered the Sun, viewing it as the first forge. He carved Shemokmedi symbols on his tools, and each item he shaped bore sun-related ornamentation. Otmar regrets dismissing Med'Hea's warnings, and blames his pride and blind devotion for the planet's destruction.

The Eye

When Med'Hea descended on Ayonerra and began hindering Shemokmedi's plans, Otmar wished to join her efforts. He dove into the ocean and formed the Daruband Isles from his cooled body. The Tenth God raised a massive volcano around himself and let his molten body flow from its round crater. He then awaited promising blacksmiths to show him their worth, and someday craft a weapon able to slay the Sun. Soon, blacksmiths from all over Ayonerra learned of Otmar, and flocked Daruband to gain his approval. They called the volcano The Eye and built a buzzing community of smiths and artisans around it.

A Sacrifice

To become a Khalib, Otmar's blessed blacksmith, an apprentice must ascend The Eye. Upon reaching the peak, the smith removes their clothes, gouges out their right eye, throws it into the crater and strikes the anvil to call upon the god.

Through the eye, the Tenth God sees the smith's past and future crafts. Neither race, gender nor social status matter to Otmar - Only their expertise, devotion and passion for the craft. As the volcano engulfs the sacrifice, scalding lava, called Omar's Tears, splashes the apprentice’s body. If they fail the ritual, the Tenth God cries in sadness, mourning the lost potential. Rarely does one survive the grave burns.
But if Otmar deems them worthy, he cries tears of joy. The pain lasts only for a moment as the molten rock drips down, etching scars onto the skin. This marks the apprentice's final burns, transforming them into a god-blessed Khalib, and leaving their flesh forever unscathed by the touch of fire.

Items Khalibs forge on Daruband are forever sharp and durable. The only weapons they can't match are those created by the same or more skilled Khalibs. They shape weapons using cooled lava gathered from The Eye. Many keep a piece of the same jet-black stone they used to forge their first Khalib item. The god-blessed smiths often await the Month of Otmar to craft their most anticipated masterpieces.

Patron of the Craft

One mustn’t be surprised to find eye imagery in various forges across the lands. Numerous smiths and artisans hang an orange, eye-shaped charm inside their workshops, atop the gates or the forge. Some carve new charms each year during the Month of Otmar, and burn the old ones as a gratitude for the god’s protection. In some Sknelan and Taraakhi regions, smiths leave the forge fire lit overnight during the tenth month's first and last days. The snuffed flame is deemed a bad omen. As a show of humility and to invite the god’s goodwill, some craftsmen melt their most cherished creations after reigniting the flame.

On the first day of the Month of Otmar, every Khalib walks to The Eye. They pray in unison, gather the lava with their bare hands and hang it above their hearths. The day continues with the ritual, when apprentices ascend the volcano to become the next Khalibs. God-blessed smiths welcome new kin by pouring last year’s gathered lava over their heads.





Cover image: by Nincho

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Oct 31, 2025 00:01

Ten-for-ten thus far, this year. Wonderful work as always you two. I don't know who has my favorite story out of Ayonerra's divinity, but Otmar for-sure has my silver medal there.   "Wait, that's illegal."
 

— Shemokmedi, two minutes after awakening its space monster on a planet where it told people to make a space monster-killing weapon and said weapon was used to kill said space monster

Oct 31, 2025 06:37

Hah thank you! The Sun has a tendency of miscalculating.

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Nov 20, 2025 09:22 by Annie Stein

Congratulations on the feature! After reading this article I closed my eyes to glean hidden knowledge, but I was cowardly and kept my right eye. I managed to sneak a peek though, and I learned that at the core of our world is a challenge to write twelve great articles about twelve awesome gods and I am confident that this time there's no long-necked creature at the end of it. Anyways, unrelated, this horned woman wants to talk to me...?

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Nov 20, 2025 13:23

Thank you so much for such kind words! It made our day.   And to answer your question, only if you join her cult.

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