Mishdor

Clergy, Temples and Worshippers

Followers of Mishdor are constantly loving and protecting the world. Mishdor's nature sometimes conflicts with the violent conditions her faithful encounter, but she has a wide breadth of worship during times of strife. Her followers are generally clerics of good alignment, who heal those in need freely, without usually ever asking for any compensation.    

Day-to-Day Activities

The life of Mishdor’s Hands is measured not by grand miracles, but by the steady rhythm of service. At dawn, they begin their rounds and reception, offering triage in the streets, checking hearths, and giving the day’s first bowl of broth to whoever waits hungry at the door. The work of birth and bedside follows: family counselors, midwives, wet-nurses, and cradle-watchers keep time with breath and song, while those tending the dying hold quiet vigil, ensuring no cruelty or loneliness mars the last moments. In the stillroom, herbs are dried, simples brewed, poultices mixed, and case-notes copied. No secret recipes are hoarded here as knowledge is meant to be shared for the betterment of families, households and cares..   The clergy of Mishdor also tend to clean water and clean streets, blessing wells, keeping them sweet, and organizing bath-lines and latrines with as much care as surgery itself. They minister not only to bodies but to hearts, leading circles of reconciliation, walks of grief, and the Mother’s Embrace for the newly bereaved, listening as much as healing. Their duty also extends outward into roadwork, stocking way-shrines, ferrying the weak, and guiding the Blue Mantle wagons; in times of war, any house can be transformed into a field hospital overnight.   Hands teach as faithfully as they heal, allowing apprentices to learn by shadowing their elders. Each week, every house opens its doors as both free clinic and kitchen of mercy, where the meal is simple but the welcome wide. Nor do they ever forget the work of aftercare: follow-up visits, crib checks, and food parcels delivered with the same care as urgent treatment. In their eyes, no one ever graduates from compassion.  

Priestly Vestments

Daily dress is practical: a sky-blue smock or robe over travel clothes, a blue mantle stitched with tiny silver discs, and a white healing-disc worn at the throat. Field kit adds rolled bandages, a stillroom wallet, a waterskin, and a waxed mantle for rain and blood.   In birth-rooms, Hands bind their sleeves with silver tape and cover hair with simple linen. For high rites they wear circle sashes—four narrow bands (care, patience, truth, mercy) crossing the chest and soft doeskin gloves with the palm-rings pricked through so the vows touch the work. Staves (Lightbearers), lanterns, and small net-bags for medicines are preferred over arms; any armor, if worn, is hidden beneath the mantle and meant to reassure families, not frighten them.  

Hierarchy

Mishdor’s clergy call themselves Hands, because the god’s work is done with open palms, not pointed blades. Entry begins with the Consecration of Hands: four ring-vows inked in silver on each palm, Care, Patience, Truth, Mercy, refreshed each year at dawn. Ranks are informal and practical: Palm-Bearers (novices), Blue Mantles (field medics and midwives), Lantern-Wardens (house leaders and hospice masters), and Circle Mothers/Fathers (those who keep whole districts or roads in supply and good order). They train in first aid, midwifery, herbal craft, gentle magic, the law of guest-right and Family counseling; many also learn mediation, sign languages, and the etiquette of other faiths so no sufferer is turned away for fear or pride. Weapons are discouraged within a consecration ring; when force is unavoidable they carry staves and nets and answer violence by creating space to save lives.  

Rituals

The divine casters can choose every month, whether they pray for spells at night or at Dawn.  

Consecration of Hands - The Healer's Circles

Novices wash in herb-steeped water, then a mentor traces concentric silver circles on their palms with scented oil. Each ring names a vow, care, patience, truth, mercy. The final touch is a small dot of gold at the center: the spark. Veterans renew the marks each year at dawn; field medics press their marked palms to bandages to “carry the circle” into battle.  

Light of Mercy - During the Night of a Thousand Discs

At twilight, worshipers inscribe prayers onto thin paper discs and set them afloat on rivers or lift them skyward on lantern kites. As the discs drift, choirs hum a low, wordless refrain; the silence honors those who cannot speak for themselves.   Clergy collect any discs that wash back ashore and keep them in the temple for a month of dedicated healing work.  

Vigil of Healing - The Quiet Circle

Once per season, devotees fast from sunset to sunrise, seated in a ring around a single white disc set upon the floor. They breathe in time, four in, four held, four out, rolling the circle.   At dawn, a communal broth breaks the fast; participants share one lesson they will send outward like ripples.  

The Mother’s Embrace - Circle of the Mantle

For the grieving, orphaned, or newly widowed: priests wrap the afflicted in a long blue mantle stitched with tiny silver discs and rock them gently while reciting names of comfort, Home, Hearth, Hope.   Each person receives a bead-sized disc to carry for a year; returning it to the temple signifies a step toward wholeness.  

Rite of Midwives - Hands of the First Light

Midwives and caregivers swear their oaths at sunrise, dipping fingers in warm milk and tracing a small circle on the brow of the expectant mother: Within this circle, fear shall not speak.   In difficult births, midwives place a polished disc under the bedpost—an old sign that Mishdor bears the weight.  

Purge and Plant - Cutting the Rot, Sowing the Light

Teams bless plague sites or blighted fields. First: burning and burial of corruption within a chalked outer circle. Second: sowing herbs and grain inside an inner circle.   A closing ring-dance marks the boundary where decay ends and renewal begins.  

The Auster’s Rule - Little Austerities

Daily habit-rituals: one simple meal, one kindness, one hour of service. Devotees notch a string of small discs each day completed.   When a cord reaches twelve, it is tied to the clinic door as a silent pledge of ongoing service.

Day of Radiant Circles

Temples polish great white discs and hang them to catch the first strong light of spring. Free clinics, marriage blessings, and public reconciliations mark the day. This holiday is celebrated during Spring Equinox.  

Night of a Thousand Discs

Lantern-discs released on water and wind carry prayers for the sick and lost. Many vow a month of service beginning at dawn. This holiday is celebrated during Summer new Sehaine.  

Hearth-Circle Feast

During Autumn Harvest, families bring bread and broth to the temple; midwives and caregivers are honored with blue sashes stitched in silver rings. Fields are blessed with the Purge and Plant rite.  

Vigil of Tears

During Midwinter's longest night, a silent, candlelit watch for war-torn and famine-struck lands. Tears gathered on linen are wrung over a consecrated disc at dawn: sorrow poured into hope.  

Hands Day

During the first dawn of each month, there are Public Consecration of Hands for novices; veterans mentor the young, then fan out in pairs for a day of free care.  

The Mothering

Observed when need is greatest (after plague, siege, wildfire). The Circle of the Mantle is performed in the streets; every temple opens its stores without price.

When her avatar decends, she is seen as a healthy, beautiful woman in sky blue robes, a matronly woman in a faded blue smock, a blue eyed child with silver-blonde hair or a female knight or warrior in silver-blue plate mail.

In the waning centuries of the Nahrso Empire, Mishdor was a mortal healer of the Heartlands, midwife, surgeon, and organizer of lantern trains that ferried the wounded by night. Her circles of aid, clinics, soup-kitchens, road shrines, were marked by chalked white discs on doors, a sign that food, bandages, and mercy awaited inside.  

Narsilian Civil War

When the Narsilian Civil War erupted, imperial atrocities, plagues, and forced experiments multiplied. Mishdor’s circles went mobile: way-wagons bearing braziers and painted discs followed refugee columns, while Blue Mantles (volunteer nurses and midwives) formed around her. Knights of House Arasil began escorting these circles, and the habits of those escorts later informed the kingdom’s hospitaler tradition.  

The Miracle of the Seven Discs - 110 BB

At a siege on the river approaches to Eldalor, seven polished discs were raised above a plague camp; witnesses swore the fever broke as moon-light flared from their centers. From then on, the disc became Mishdor’s sign across the war-zone.  

The Trial of Cosmic Convergence

As the Nahrso Empire fractured and Houses Arasil and Siril fought free, Mishdor’s name spread faster than any banner. On the night Arasil swore to shield the roads for evacuees, a white disc reportedly burned in the sky over the field infirmaries. Clergy and layfolk alike began receiving spells in her name.   During that time between the years 10 BB to 1 AB, Misdhor apotheosized as a Lesser Power of healing and succor, born from vows kept on blood-soaked roads. In the first years counting, House Arasil formally recognized her circles as lawful hospices, granting them right-of-passage and tithe protection.  

The Convergence of Mercy

When Dustran Fairchild and Sarenrae intervened, the Blue Lady found her houses alight, her lanterns tended, and her name unprofaned. In gratitude, Tamara publicly bound Mishdor as her subservient hand among mortals, widening Mishdor’s mandate from battlefield balm to restoration of body, spirit, and home.

Mishdor is the embodiment of mercy: gentle, patient, endlessly compassionate. She delights in the small joys of life, the laughter of children, the warmth of a hearth, the bonds of love and kinship. Yet her kindness is not weakness. To those who spread suffering, disease, or cruelty, she is a fierce defender, like a mother shielding her child. She is known to weep openly for the suffering of mortals, yet her tears are said to water new blossoms in barren lands. Her greatest hatred is reserved for those who spread plague or use healing as a weapon of control, a direct mockery of her gift.

She is the right hand of Tamara and the as such he even created an alliance with Bahamut and Agonis and other good aligned.