The Teōtl of the Mēxihcah Proud of itself Is the city of - Here no one fears to die in war This is our glory. This is Your Command, Oh Giver of Life! Have this in mind, oh princes Lest we forget it. Who could conquer Tenochtitlan? Who could shake the foundation of heaven? — Cantares Mexicanos ​ “The Centzonuitznahua advance at dawn ​ Ranks without number Malice without question I fight with flame I roar with fury The blood of a thousand burns in my veins Who am I to fear? They know not sacrifice.”

- Tlanextli, Eagle Warrior and incarnation of

Other pantheons question the “savage” methods of the Teotl. The Teotl question their dedication. Blood is the elixir that feeds the gods, and the gods preserve the universe. Who are outsiders to question their methods when they stand between humanity and eternal darkness? To comprehend the Teotl, one must understand the nature of sacrifice. Sacrifice unto them, and they will sacrifice unto you. Are you strong enough? Are you brave enough? Are you prepared to pay the price? Born of the Primordials Tonacacihuatl and , the four sons of heaven, the “Tezcatlipocas,” begot many other gods and were tasked with populating the universe. Taking up their task with vigor, the Tezcatlipocas attempts were thwarted when the fearsome crocodilian monster Cipcatli consumed all they wrought. The Black plunged his foot into the void to distract Cipactli, who quickly devoured it, only to be set upon by the other Tezcatlipoca’s in all their fury. The brothers tore Cipactli asunder to create the universe. Cipactli’s head became the heavens, its tail the underworld, and its body the World. With Cipactli vanquished, five worlds were created—and then destroyed, along with all their peoples. Each had a sun whose light was extinguished. First it was Tezcatlipoca, the Jaguar Sun, who took up the responsibility of lighting the world by jumping into the sacrificial fire, but his dark nature or Cipactli’s wounds weakened him, and he burned but dimly. knocked him from the sky and took his place. Furious, Tezcatlipoca had his jaguars consume the race of giants that peopled the World. During Quetzalcoatl’s reign, the reign of the Wind Sun, the new people became lax and descended into decadence. Tezcatlipoca changed the worst of them into monkeys, and Quetzalcoatl swept humanity from the land in a fearsome hurricane. Defeated, he vacated his place as sun and abandoned the few surviving monkeys to eternal darkness. Tlaloc, the Rain Sun, was next to take up the burden. He shone brightly over a loving humanity until Tezcatlipoca stole his beloved wife Xochiquetzal. In his grief, Tlaloc failed to send rain, plunging the world into drought. Humanity begged him for succor, but their pleas exceeded his mercy, and Tlaloc sent a fiery rain to burn them to ash. From the ashes, the world was rebuilt, and Tlaloc was quickly replaced by his wife , the Water Sun. Jealous of her kind treatment of humanity and the veneration she received, Tezcatlipoca called Chalchiuhtlicue’s sincerity into question, forcing her to cry so vigorously, she drowned the world in a flood of tears. Quetzalcoatl then descended to Mictlan to retrieve humanity’s bones from prior ages. He sprinkled them with his blood, creating the humans of today. The humblest of the gods, , sacrificed himself to become the Fifth Sun, but required the heart’s blood of all the Teotl to set him into motion. As the Teotl’s blood burned and steamed skyward, the Earthquake Sun was born. This is the final Sun, for there will not be a Sixth. Should the Teotl fail, earthquakes will rend the World as celestial horrors and Titans consume humanity, but the Gods know their duty. There is nothing they won’t sacrifice for humanity, and they expect nothing less in return. Principal Members The Teotl are a fearsome pantheon that maintains a great sense of duty and sacrifice. They are passionate, yet sober, inclined toward fatalism while knowing they can change their destiny. They hold a ridged hierarchy with clear demarcations between the powers of one god to another, but encourage innovation among their Scions. While ultimately dedicated to maintaining the Fifth Sun and reclaiming their civilization, they are more than capable of destructive infighting. The Teotl are a study in contrasts, but all are united behind the ideal of shared sacrifice. Pronunciation Guide There are no silent vowels. Words are stressed on the second to last vowel. had no U sound, only O. X is pronounced "sh." UC and CU are both pronounced "kw." UH and HU are both pronounced "w." TL counts as a single consonant, never as a full syllable. H without an adjacent U represents a "silent" glottal stop. As in the pause in “uh oh” or “go over”. C before E or I is pronounced like English S. Z is pronounced like English S.

Quetzalcōātl: Quet-zal-CO-atl Huehuecoyotl: [weːweˈkojoːt͡ɬ] ​ : Huit-zil-o-POCH-tli Tezcatlipoca: Tez-ca-tli-PO-ca Tlaloc: TLA-loc Mictecacihuatl: mik tl'ahn si KWA tl Xīpe Totēc: she pe TO tek Chālchihuitlicuē: chall wee tl'E kO Xochipilli: Xo-chi-PIL-li Xōchiquetzal: Xo-chi-QUET-zal Ītzpāpālōtl: its pahpah LO tl : chan TE kO and : [t͡ʃikomeˈkoːaːt͡ɬ] and [senˈteoːt͡ɬ] ​ ​

Quetzalcōātl, The Aliases: The White Tezcatlipoca, Lord of the West, The Wind Sun, , Kukulkan, Precious ​ Twin Callings: Creator, Liminal, Sage ​ Purviews: Beasts (all), Order, Sky, Stars ​

Quetzalcoatl is the morning wind that brings nourishing rain, the first light of dawn, protector of craftsmen, teacher of farming, inventor of the ritual calendar, friend of the learned, patron of the priesthood, and ultimate promoter of order and civilization.

Quetzalcoatl’s appearance alternates between that of a formidable feathered serpent and a wizened Mexica priest adorned with a red mask and black body paint. He often associates with his more monstrous, dog-like twin brother who guides the evening sun on its journey through the underworld to be reborn at dawn.

Like their divine father, Scions of Quetzalcoatl engage in a tireless quest to promote, justice, mercy, learning, and civilization. They show more compassion than many Teotl Scions and work hand-in-hand with humanity to recover ancient codices, promote sustainable farming techniques and wind energy, and revive cultural awareness about the Mexica and their heritage. They also participate in missionary endeavors to spread faith in the Teotl. They are priests, artists, farmers, engineers, architects, astronomers, explorers, police officers, and educators of all stripes. Of all his Scions, Topiltzin and Nezahuacoatl were Quetzalcoatl’s most beloved and set the standard for all that follow.

Huehuecoyotl, The Old Coyote Callings: Lover, Sage, Trickster ​ Purviews: Artistry (Music, Dance, Storytelling), Chaos, Epic Dexterity, Passion (Desire) ​

As the god of music, song, and dance, Huehuecoyotl is the life of any party. He revels in decadence, always looking for a way to satiate his bottomless sexual appetites and lust for a good time. Huehuecoyotl is a notorious trickster and a loaner by nature, although he has a formidable entourage of adoring revelers. Huehuecoyotl eschews the company of his fellow Teotl with the notable exceptions of Xolotl and the questionable, yet vigorous, “companionship” of Xochiquetzal.

For all his youthful exuberance, Huehuecoyotl’s eyes reflect the weight of ages. When not in the thrall of his lifestyle, he waxes philosophical and can often be a source of great knowledge and sage counsel for Scions in need. The price of said knowledge can be anything from a night of karaoke, to winning of heart of the goddess of saunas, but whatever it is, it will never be boring.

Huehuecoyotl’s natural form is that of a human-like coyote, but he is a masterful shapeshifter, capable of taking any form that allows him to slack his lust. This lust is difficult to satisfy, and Huehuecoyotl occasionally abandons his parties to sew chaos and war to pass the time. He recently manipulated the Mexican government into canceling its German (secretly Aesir) defense contracts in favor of local Mexican arms manufactures. Cooler heads prevented all-out war, but Huehuicoyotl’s penchant for mischief is not easily satisfied.

Huehuecoyotl’s Scion’s drink down life in panting gulps, yet have the soul of a sage, mirth of a trickster, and loyalty of a dearest friend. They are party organizers, revelers, spies, tricksters, reality TV stars, the idle rich, prodigal musicians, and professional dancers.

Huītzilōpōchtli, God of War and the Sun Aliases: The Blue Tezcatlipoca, Lord of the South, Patron of Tenochtitlan, Champion of the ​ Mexica Callings: Creator, Leader, Warrior ​ Purviews: Epic Stamina, Fire, Prosperity, Sun, War ​

Huitzilopochtli greets the dawn with a roar of fury and the flash of his , banishing night ​ ​ from of the world and escorting the sun aloft with a train of fallen warriors at his back. Ascending skyward, Huitzilopochtli becomes the noon-day sun, the light that banishes all shadow. As the sun sets, Huitzilopochtli’s warrior entourage retreats on hummingbird wings, replaced by a fearsome host of skeletal , women who died in childbirth. They fight with rictus grins ​ ​ and clawed hands to beat back the dark until the sun is swallowed by the underworld to be reborn on the morrow. Huitzilopochtli never wavers, never tires, and certainly never retreats.

Huitzilopochtli participated in the creation of the world and later took interest in a promising young tribe from Aztlan, marking them for greatness. Leading them south, he guided them on an onerous pilgrimage to Tenochtitlan, the center of the universe, and site of their future glory. He sternly admonished them to abandon the name “Aztec,” for they should never look backward, only forward to glory. They were now “Mexica,” and few test this prohibition Huitzilopochtli’s presence.

Huitzilopochtli’s Scions are warriors, aggressive to a fault, yet relentlessly self-sacrificial in defense of their people. They are fighters, modern Eagle warriors and gang members who wear hummingbird tattoos and fight elaborate “flower wars” to capture rivals for sacrifice. Others become politicians, wealthy corporate moguls, or influential celebrities dedicated to conquering those around them through trade and commerce.

Tezcatlipōca, the Smoking Mirror Aliases: The Black Tezcatlipoca, Lord of the North ​ Callings: Creator, Hunter, Leader ​ Purviews: Beasts (Jaguar), Chaos, Darkness, Deception, Earth, Fortune, Sky, War ​

Darkness, night, change through conflict, creation, deceit, vice, corruption, patron of rulers, sower of discord, bringer of hurricanes, and instructor of sorcerer’s. Tezcatlipoca is all of these and much more. He will raise a person to glory today and bring them low tomorrow. Tezcatlipoca haunts roads at night, granting sorcerer’s wishes and inspiring the weak to acts of theft, adultery, and depravity. All who confront him during these sojourns are promised anything they desire, if they can defeat him in battle and claim his heart. None have succeeded.

In the rare instances Tezcatlipoca reveals himself, he appears to be a fully armed young warrior, painted entirely black, with a yellow face transfixed by horizontal black stripes. He has replaced the foot he lost to Cipactli with an ominously smoking black obsidian mirror that matches a similar one he wears around his neck. A single glance into either of their night-black surfaces can reveal the future, a distant place, or even the darkest motivations of the human heart.

Tezcatlipoca’s Scions are sowers of discord, and granters of desires. They upset the balance and leave chaos, destruction, and ruined lives in their wake. They are not beyond noble deeds, but use far more oblique means to accomplish their ends. They are Jaguar Warriors, assassins, conmen, sorcerers, peddlers of secrets, fortune tellers, and all who walk in quiet places.

Tlāloc, God of Rain Aliases: The Rain Sun ​ Callings: Guardian, Healer, Hunter ​ Purviews: Fertility, Sky, Water ​

Ancient and powerful, Tlaloc is the supreme god of rain and fertility. His favor sends life giving rain, healing, and bountiful harvests, while his wrath brings drought, hail, flood, and terrible storms of lightning and thunder. Loved and venerated by the common people, mighty Tlaloc was the only member of the Teotl beyond Huitzilopochtli honored with a shrine at the apex of the in Tenochtitlan. Ruling from Tlalocan, his realm of eternal spring, Tlaloc is assisted by a host of lesser servants known as Tlaloques. Each Tlaloque inhabits a mountaintop ​ ​ ​ ​ and occupies its time collecting water in sacred vessels and dispensing rain or storm at their master’s will.

Tlaloc’s face and body are entirely black and he affects a blue goggle-like mask with coiled serpents that form a sort of mustache. He often wears a headdress of white heron and quetzal plumes and dons paper back banners sprinkled with rubber representing the rain. Tlaloc is very active in the modern age, and while he maintains a formidable penthouse temple in Mexico City, he favors his traditional abode atop Mt. Tlaloc when visiting the World.

Scions of Tlaloc are often calm and compassionate, but can be merciless as a storm when they, or those they love, are threatened. They honestly seek to aid the Mexica and are often good natured healers, honest farmers, eerily accurate meteorologists, and stalwart hunters and guardians. They often forge ties with the local Tlaloque, and those truly blessed with Tlaloc’s ​ ​ favor may earn gifts in the form of cornstalks that become lightning bolts or jars of sacred water that bring rain, drought, plague, or frost.

Mictecacihuatl, Queen of the Underworld Aliases: Lady of Mictlan, Watcher of the Bones, Lady of Death, La Calavera Catrina, Wife of ​ Mictecacihuatl Callings: Guardian, Leader, Sage ​ Purviews: Beasts (all), Darkness, Death, Stars ​ *Mictlantecuhtli has the same Callings and Purviews as Mictecacihuatl

The conquest of Mexico flooded Mictlan with countless souls, but this flood waned to a trickle as a new faith replaced the old. The funeral rites and grave goods Mictlantecuhtli and his Queen were accustomed to fell out of favor and Mictlan began to falter. But death is patient, and the Lord and Lady of Mictlan pondered their lot in the frozen darkness until Mictecacihuatl struck upon the solution. Death was no longer to be feared, but celebrated. She whispered to her followers above and “Dio de Los Muertos” or “The Day of the Dead” was born.

Mictecacihuatl reveled with her newfound host of painted revelers as new offerings began to flood the underworld. Mictececihuatl is now known as “Lady of Death” or “La Calavera Catrina,” and it did not take long for her popularity to eclipse that of her beloved husband as the Lord of Mictlan.

The Day of the Dead has spread beyond Mexico, and with it, the skeletal grip of its lady. Mexico, the Americas, and beyond have become Mictecacihuatl’s playground and none are st nd foolish enough to challenge her will from October 31 ​ to November 2 ,​ for on those days, ​ ​ Mictlan seethes with power as mountains of offerings are piled at Mictacecihuatl’s feet.

Reveling in her newfound might, Mictecacihuatl has not abandoned her traditional duties. She lovingly embraces all who emerge from the world above to take their place in her dark realm. But woe to those who defy her will, for she is Lady and mistress of death and save for a brief respite during Dio de los Muertos, the souls of the dead are hers. None must defy her will, attempt to steal the bones of the dead, or try to escape her icy grasp, lest they face the blood spattered talons and burning gaze of her beloved husband.

Mictecacihatl’s Scions promote death, darkness, and the underworld, and work hard to expand their mistress domain. They are members of enigmatic death squads, maintaining the status quo between the underworld and the heavens above, organizers perpetuating Day of the Dead festivities, educators and lobbyists for indigenous cultural awareness, talented morticians specializing in Mexica funeral rites, Day of the Dead revelers paying homage to their mistress, and fearless spelunkers who call darkness their home. Foremost among Mictecacihatl’s Scions is Santa Muerte. Drawing the adoration, prayers, and offerings of millions, Santa Muerte has paved the way for her fellow Scions to tap the untrammeled power of death year round. Mictecacihatl praises her in public, but some have begun to question whether Santa Muerte’s popularity may eclipse that of Mictecacihatl…

Xīpe Totēc, Our Lord the Flayed One Aliases: The Red Tezcatlipoca, Lord of the East, Youalahuan, Camaxtli ​ Callings: Creator, Healer, Hunter ​ Purviews: Epic Stamina, Fertility, Forge, Health, War ​

Few gods are older than , and fewer still wield his power. The eldest of the Tezcatlipocas, he stood in the primordial waters of creation at the dawn of time and holds dominion over agriculture and goldsmiths. He is the herald of rebirth, new growth, and renewal, wearing a flayed skin over his perfect golden form to represent the first covering of vegetation that envelops the World during spring. His blessing brings new life and creation, raises fresh crops from barren earth, cures disease, and inspires goldsmiths to legendary feats of artifice.

While generally well-inclined toward humanity, Xipe Totec has a darker side. He is the originator of war and can inflict horrific diseases when angered. As an old god, he prefers older sacrifices in the form of the flayed human skins. These are largely acquired during the Tlacaxipehualiztli ​ festival in March, where his victims are shot with arrows, their blood nourishing the seeds of spring, and in reclusive fight clubs where his god impersonators fight five fearsome opponents to the death. The fallen in both ceremonies have their skins flayed to be worn in Xipe Totec’s honor. Some whisper that those who wear these skins are granted miraculous regenerative abilities and have the capacity to cure any disease. Truly pious Scions receive visions leading them to ancient caches of hidden Mexica gold.

Xipe Totec’s scions are warriors, farmers, goldsmiths, talented healers, and cunning hunters. Their penchant for wearing flayed skins alienates them from other Scions, so they often congregate in the Yopico, a cave-like temple deep beneath Mexico City, to commune with their ​ ​ god and gain access to the Otherworld.

Chālchihuitlicuē, She of the Jade Skirt Aliases: The Water Sun, Acuecucyoticihuati, Matlalcueitl ​ Callings: Creator, Guardian, Leader ​ Purviews: Beasts (Aquatic Animal), Fertility, Water ​

Chalchihuitlicue is the Fourth Sun, Queen of Tlalocan, and wife of Tlaloc. She holds absolute dominion over rivers, oceans, and running water, in addition to protecting women in childbirth. Her vibrant nature endears her to those under her patronage and she freely shares her blessings with those under her care. Farms touched by Chalchihuitlicue never fear drought, and mothers in her care never lose a child during pregnancy. Chalchihuitlicue blesses married couples and employs unique midwives to baptize newborns in her name. Far from limiting herself to humanity, Chalchihuitlicue offers equal patronage to mortal and Scion alike. This includes building bridges of water between the World and the 13 Heavens for Scions who win her favor.

Chalchihuitlicue’s traditional appearance is that of a Mexica noblewoman adorned with an elaborate headdress, a shawl festooned with tassels, and a green skirt. Like her husband, she frequents a rooftop gardened penthouse in Mexico City when not governing affairs in Tlalocan.

Like their divine mother, incarnations of Chalchihuitlicue are dedicated guardians of humanity and often assume leadership roles in any situation. They are sailors, farmers, champions of sustainable farming, and stalwart guardians of those in need.

Xochipilli, the Flower Prince Aliases: Chicomexochitl (“Seven Flower”), Macuilxochitl (“Five Flower”) ​ Callings: Lover, Guardian, Trickster ​ Purviews: Artistry (Music), Fertility, Fortune, Passion (Joy, Love) ​

Similar to his twin sister Xochiquetzal, Xochipilli is the picture of mirth and youthful exuberance. Ecstasy is his pedigree and no one can tell him otherwise. He is the living personification of youth, love, beauty, music, and flowers. Hedonistic as a rule, Xochipilli represents all the beauties of youth and spends his time in song, dance, gaming, and sating his unquenchable passions.

A ceaseless patron of authors and painters of all stripes, Xochipilli fires their hearts with divine inspiration, supplying them with all they need to practice their art.

Xochipilli is the physical manifestation of passionate love and botanicas carrying his floral love ​ ​ potions are always effective. Xochipilli’s appreciation of love and beauty is far from constrained by mortal convention, and has lead him to become the patron of the gay community and male prostitutes. His “Chicomexochitl” and “Macuilxochitl” online dating and escort sites offer safe rendezvous guaranteed to provide everything their patrons seek. Gay clubs and bars touched by Xochipilli are always safe, and he reserves a special vengeance for those who interfere with his chosen community.

Not entirely remiss in his godly duties, Xochipilli is more than happy to visit venereal diseases upon those who fail to abstain on days of fasting (but will happily remove them if they make amends).

Xochipilli’s Scion’s are always the life of the party. They are artists, musicians, models, professional escorts, botanica owners, writers, dancers, florists, rave organizers, bar/club ​ ​ owners (and frequent patrons), and anyone who likes a good time.

Xochiquetzal, the Maiden of Blossom and Feather Callings: Creator, Guardian, Lover ​ Purviews: Artistry (all), Epic Dexterity, Fertility, Fortune, Passion (all) ​

Xochiquetzal is perhaps the most tragic of the Teotl, for she knew paradise and lost it forever. As patroness of feminine beauty, fertility, and artistry, Xochiquetzal ruled the heavenly realm of where she reveled in its splendor with an entourage of attendants and entertainers. But Xochiquetzal grew covetous of Tomoanchan’s forbidden fruit and was forever banished to the World by Tonacacihuatl upon her first bite.

Filled with sadness and weeping, Xochiquetzal made the best of her lot and adapted to her new home with wild abandon. She often manifests as a wealthy socialite, model, or elite fashion designer. She holds court every eight years during a major fashion event in Mexico City, but is just at home in New York, Paris, or Milan. As patron of weaving and artistry, Xochiquetzal weaves garments of unparalleled beauty sought by mortal and Scion alike.

Xochiquetzal is sensuality incarnate, lust absolute, and seduction manifest. None can resist her charms and few would want to. Scions born to her (and they are many) are naturally alluring and rarely have trouble finding romantic partners.

She is also a patron of fertility, blessing the barren with children and protecting young mothers in childbirth. Fertility clinics blessed by Xochiquetzal are always successful, and mothers giving birth under her protection find a quetzal feather and small spindle in their child’s hand when they awake.

Xochiquetzal’s Scion’s tend to emulate their divine mother. They are playful, strong willed, wealthy, seductive, and talented in a variety of arts. They love being the center of attention, high fashion, and don’t take no for an answer. Xochiquetzal’s Scions are wealthy socialites, celebrities, telenovela stars, fashion designers, runway models, doctors, fertility clinic workers, midwives, and prodigal artists of all stripes.

Itzpapalotl, the Obsidian Butterfly Callings: Hunter, Lover, Warrior ​ Purviews: Beasts (all), Darkness, Death, Deception, Earth, Fertility, Fire ​

Fearsome is the name of Itzapalotl, for she is the Obsidian Butterfly. Bearing the untrammeled might of her dual nature, Itzapalotl is both a Cihuateteo, a woman who died in childbirth, and a ​ ​ Tzitzimime, star demon. She fell from the heavens in a shower of Tzitzimime, frogs, and toads ​ ​ ​ and conceals her appearance within a cunningly wrought cloak of invisibility. Dual natured, at the best of times, Itzapalotl alternates between protector of women, and monster of the night, inflicting madness, stealing children, and seducing men before tearing them limb from limb. Itzapapalotl was granted dominion over Tamoanchan after Xochequetzal’s fall from grace, but her new position has done little to dull her edge. She senses that war is on the horizon and while she is reluctant to fight her sister Tzitzimime, there is no savagery she won’t inflict upon ​ ​ the enemies of the Teotl.

Itzapalotl often affects the guise of a seductively beautiful noblewoman. She is a master of disguise, employing a mystical combination of white face paint and rubber to affect a human guise when not employing her invisibility cloak. When her guise falls away, all that remains is the leering skull of a savage skeletal warrior, whose obsidian edged wings are as horrifying to behold as her jaguar talons and clawed feet.

Itzapalotl’s incarnations are creatures of the hunt that have more in common with beasts than humanity. They cling to darkness and leave fire and destruction in their wake, but can be strangely protective of the rare person they bond with. Formidably seductive, they make excellent lovers, but it is rare that these relationships end well. Itzapalotl’s Scions have to find the balance between their destructive nature and the world they must protect. Like their mother, paradise is at their fingertips, but can it ever truly be theirs?

Chantico, She Who Dwells in the House Callings: Healer, Liminal, Sage ​ Purviews: Fire, Forge, Order, Prosperity ​

Chantico is the goddess of the hearth, volcanos, and precious things. She affects the guise of a highly successful (if somewhat eccentric) businesswoman, whose crimson designer outfits, rouged cheeks, and fire-red lips are a common sight in Mexico’s halls of power. She owns both the “Seguridad Chantico,” a private security contractor specializing in home security and the “Banco Chantico,” one of Mexico’s most reputable banks. Both have connections to the commodities market and are avid sponsors of volcanic national park preservation.

Homes protected by Chantico are seldom robbed, and those that are find their possessions promptly returned by red uniformed Seguridad Chantico officers. Alarms blessed by Chantico never fail, and her bank vaults are all but impenetrable.

Chantico lovingly protects the home, its occupants, and their possessions. She also has a materialistic streak, bordering on obsession, for collecting precious things and luxury items. Those who steal from Chantico quickly learn that she conceals a temper that burns far brighter than any volcano. When roused to anger, Chantoco transforms into a massive red serpent, crowned with poisonous cactus thorns, and a plume of aztaxelli warrior feathers. Chantico’s ​ ​ warlike aspect is every bit as fearsome as Huitzilopochtli, and god and mortal alike are wise to give her a wide birth when she is protecting a charge or recovering a precious bauble.

Chantico’s Scions are hot tempered and passionate about everything they do. They specialize in the protection and recovery of homes and valuagle goods and are the ideal choice to guard or transport rare relics and antiquities. They are security specialists, bankers, commodities brokers, volcanologists, and talented artists of all stripes specializing in the creation luxury goods.

Chicomecoatl and Centeotl, Deity of Corn Aliases: Xilonen, Centeocihuatl ​ Callings: Healer, Guardian, Judge ​ Purviews: Earth, Epic Stamina, Fertility ​ Maize is sacred to the Mexica in a way few can comprehend. It blesses them with health and vigor, grows in places others crops cannot, and is sacrificed to propitiate the Teotl. Quetzalcoatl may have given maize to humanity, but Chicomecoatl and Centeotl are its guardians.

Few members of the Teotl are more beloved than Chicomecoatl, for she acts as a benevolent mother to her people and provider of maize. Her consort and fellow god of agriculture is Centeotl. Together, they provide the sustenance their people vitally need.

As befits a former wife of Tezcatlipoca, Chicomecoatl can take a variety of forms. She commonly appears as a kindly young woman, clad in a feathered headdress, whose face, cloths, hands, and feet are painted red, with ears of corn in each hand. She can also appear as a young woman holding water flowers, a woman whose embrace means certain death, or an elderly woman with a sun-like shield.

Chicomecoatl’s consort Centeotl is a golden-skinned young man who bears a headdress filled with life-giving maize. The energy of the earth radiates from him. He and Chicomecoatl preside over great harvest festivals that bring luck and sustenance to those under their care. While not as martial as their fellow Teotl, few are as well loved. Scions of Chicomecoatl and Centeotl are vibrant and full of energy. They are positive, forward looking, and make ideal guardians of humanity and the earth alike. They impart luck and prosperity to those around them and are more than capable healers. They are farmers, sages, environmentalists, purveyors of green business, doctors, and capable defenders of those in need. Teotl Signature Purview: Nextlahualli The act of sacrifice binds together the Teotl and their worshippers in reciprocity and mutual gratitude. The Teotl sustain the World so that humanity can live in it, and in turn their worshippers sustain their Gods through sacrificing flowers, goods, animals, and human lives. Nextlahualli, literally meaning “debt repayment,” describes the cyclical relationship of offerings and obligations at the heart of Teotl worship. Through this Purview, the Teotl and their Scions draw sustenance and empowerment from sacrifice and wield that power on behalf of their worshippers. Innate Power: Each time you gain Legend from sacrifice (p. XX), you also gain 1 Momentum. ​ You also gain 1 Momentum whenever you helping mortals who have sacrificed to you directly or the Teotl causes narrative difficulties for you. Flesh of the World Cost: Free ​ Duration: Instant ​ Subject: Self ​ Action: Reflexive ​ Sacrifice sustains your vital essence as well as your Legend. Once per session, when you receive Legend from a major sacrifice, heal all your -2 and -4 health levels (you cannot trigger this with a sacrifice of self-mutilation). Additionally, you can survive off of sacrifice alone, ignoring any harm or Complications from starvation, dehydration, or suffocation in a session where you have received at least 1 Legend from sacrifice. Repay the Debt Cost: Free ​ Duration: Instant ​ Action: Reflexive ​ Whenever a mortal makes a sacrifice to one of the Teotl or directly to you within (Legend x 25) miles or at one of your Sanctums, you become aware of their identity and their reason for the offering. You can answer the request by using a boon or marvel, extending its range to the location of the sacrifice. Once per session, you may reduce the cost of a boon or marvel used in response to a sacrifice by one point of imbued or spent Legend.