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Muyingwa
The Seed Thrower, the Green-Horned Mother, She of Unbroken Soil (planar veranallia eladrin empyreal lord [she/her] / CG)
Portfolio: Germination of seeds, hidden potential, green shoots
Realm: Arborea / Arvandor / The Germinating Vale
Muyingwa is a towering veranallia eladrin with skin like rich, cracked earth, veined with mycelia that glows faintly in the dark. Her hair is a tangle of wheat heavy with unripe grains. She usually wears a mask woven from corn stalks, but you can always see her eyes, which burn with the colour of straw. Her cloak is woven from dandelion fluff and moth wings, and her fingers are perpetually stained with soil. When she is angered, thorny antlers sprout from her head, and her voice becomes the crack of roots splitting rocks.
Muyingwa embodies the spark in the dormant seed, that split-second when life first decides to push. She’s the patron of farmers, midwives, and anyone who tends fragile beginnings. She has the ability to see the hidden potential in everything—they say when she looks at an acorn she sees an oak tree, and she knows how to make a hero from a coward. Chant goes she whispers to seeds in dead soil, urging them to try anyway. Muyingwa doesn’t just grow crops though—she’s also the reason that fiends can’t salt the earth forever. Wherever blights or careless boots trample life, Muyingwa is there to plant a seed that shouldn’t survive… and it does.
Muyingwa is patient but never passive. She’ll spend years nurturing a single seedling in a volcanic wasteland, then laugh like a monsoon when it suddenly erupts into a jungle overnight. She adores riddles involving nature and has a soft spot for mortals who plant trees they’ll not survive long enough to sit under and enjoy.
But cross her by harming the vulnerable balance of nature—spells creating blights that strangle saplings, fiends that poison wells—and she’ll become the vengeful green storm. Her wrath isn’t fire; it’s kudzu vine in your lungs or your feet sprouting roots to pin you in place until Muyingwa forgives you.
All growth is rebellion
—Muyingwa
Muyingwa teaches that true goodness isn’t borne from easy kindness—it’s from dogged stubbornness. A root somehow pushing its way through concrete. A tree growing from a cliff face. A seed waiting under the desert sands for years until an unexpected rainstorm awakens it. She despises shortcuts (especially the barren harvests of necromancy) and champions the slow, tenacious and patient gardener who nurtures each seedling.
Among the eladrin, Muyingwa is a quiet radical. While others throw grand revels, she’ll be found elbow-deep in compost. She clashes with archons and guardinals who prioritise glory over grit, asking, “Who’ll feed your armies when your wars have burnt the fields?” She’s an ally of both the mysterious veranallia and Yggdrani, as well as nature powers like Demeter and Silvanus.
The Germinating Vale
Muyingwa’s realm the Germinating Vale is a valley where the seasons sprint. One morning you might find yourself in a snowstorm which melts into spring, the afternoon you’ll be in a wheat field which ages from green to gold in a few hours. At the heart of valley the lies the First Furrow—a plowed trench stretching off into infinity. Chant goes if you plant a seed here, it will grow into whatever you need the most: a herb which cures a diseases, a hardwood tree which produces mighty staves for battle, or a portal leading to Yggdrasil.
Muyingwa’s the wholesome dirt under your fingernails, the stubborn weed in the crack of Sigil’s streets. She’s not one to save you—she’s here to make sure you have a chance to save yourself. So go and plant something, berk.
Every seed’s a promise. Crack it open too soon, and you’ll never taste the fruit.
—Muyingwa
Source: Bestiary [PF1e] p23; Jon Winter-Holt. Canonwatch: Muyingwa was mentioned in name only in the Pathfinder Bestiary as an azata empyreal lord. I’ve fleshed out the character, inspired by the kachina spirit called Muyingwa from Hopi mythology.