Othala - Vaskia Varjus

The Tale of Vaskia, Guardian of the Sacred Forests
In the days of old, when the earth was young and the heavens near, great forests stood tall, and within their shadowed depths dwelled Vaskia — a goddess whose name echoed like the rustling of leaves on a summer afternoon. She was known as the keeper of sacred groves, the protector of the forest’s peace, and the mistress of the life-giving forces of nature.

It was said that Vaskia was born from the breath of the earth itself and the light of the first morning stars. The forests became her home, and the trees, her faithful sentinels. The branches of mighty oaks and firs reached for her as if to touch their mother, while roots wove intricate patterns in reverence of her power. Every brook in the woods murmured her name, and birds sang her praises in melodies of the wild.

Dedications to the Goddess
Among the people, the word spread: to earn Vaskia’s blessing, one must enter her forests with a pure heart and gifts from the land. Rituals were performed in the twilight of sacred groves, where sunlight barely pierced the dense canopy of leaves. There, at ancient stones or beneath the boughs of the oldest oak, offerings were made: fruits of autumn, vessels of honey, and sprigs of fragrant herbs kissed by the sun.

“O Vaskia, lady of the forest, bring your blessings upon us, protect our land, and calm the storm within our hearts!” Thus rang the prayers offered to her. It was believed her spirit would awaken at these words, appearing as a gentle breeze whispering through the leaves or a fleeting shadow gliding among the trees.

The Goddess’s Wrath and Mercy
But woe to those who dared disturb the sanctity of her domain! It was told that Vaskia’s wrath fell upon those who cut down her trees without proper reverence or hunted in her woods out of greed. When angered, the forest turned dark and silent, and its creatures vanished into the unknown. Yet, those who honored her laws were richly rewarded: the forest offered them game, berries, and the strength that flowed through their veins like a mighty river.

Vaskia’s Legacy
To this day, her name lives on in the memory of the people. They say that in the wildest groves, untouched by human hands, one can still hear her whisper. A gentle breeze reminds travelers that the forest is her temple, and to walk beneath its canopy is to step into the dwelling of a goddess.

Thus remains the tale of Vaskia, guardian of the sacred forests, mother of nature, and mistress of all its gifts. And as long as prayers are spoken in her honor, the world will remain in harmony with the ancient forces of the earth.