Lord of Plenty

The sea quiets before his arrival, as if the waves themselves hold their breath in reverence. When at last he emerges, the horizon seems to tilt — not with storm or threat, but with awe.

His body is luminous white, soft and radiant like moonlit clouds drifting beneath the waves. Subtle ripples of pearlescent light dance beneath his skin, as though he carries the essence of the sea's deepest currents within him.

His scales shimmer with a faint rainbow iridescence, refracting light in prismatic veils that ripple across his back and flanks. These scales catch sunlight, moonlight, even the glow of bioluminescent plankton, casting fleeting rainbows upon the waves as he moves. When he sheds them upon the coral and sands, they retain this subtle glow—a lingering gift of his otherworldly abundance.

His fins are a marvel unto themselves. They billow like silk in the water, vast, trailing extensions of his body that appear to merge seamlessly with the seafoam and cresting waves. As he swims, it is as though the foam of the breaking tides rises and falls from him directly—making it impossible to tell where the ocean ends and where he begins. His dorsal and pectoral fins ripple like translucent veils, curling and unraveling with the tide, leaving whorls of seafoam and iridescent mist in his wake.

Long, flowing whiskers, nearly the length of a fishing boat, stream from either side of his broad, catfish-like face. These tendrils drift and sway like strands of silk caught in a gentle current, trailing faint luminous motes—tiny points of starlight that fade like fireflies into the ocean behind him.

His eyes are wide, ancient, and impossibly deep. They glow faintly with the color of dawn upon water, a blend of soft gold, pink, and pale blue. 

His mouth, broad and rounded like the great catfish he resembles, curls ever so slightly upward, lending him an expression of solemn kindness. From within that maw, no sound escapes save for the gentle stirring of waves and the faint chiming of scales against one another—a sound said to echo faintly in dreams for those blessed by him.

Additional Information

The Lord of Plenty is a colossal, otherworldly catfish, his sleek body rivaling the size of the largest blue whales. His form shimmers with iridescent rainbow scales, each reflecting not only sunlight, but faint, dreamlike images of fields, fruits, fish shoals, and flourishing coral—visions of abundance in every hue. His long whiskers trail behind him like ribbons of flowing mist, and his wide, gentle eyes seem to hold the stillness of the deepest lagoons.

At the waning edge of summer, when the sea grows heavy with warmth and the fruits of the land near ripeness, the Scarfoxes of Isla Solara turn their gaze to the horizon. As the final twilight of the season descends, the sea breaks with a hush as the Lord of Plenty arrives, swimming through the shallow reefs and weaving along the shores of the archipelago.

The Scarfoxes gather along the beaches, coral shallows, and sandbanks, carrying offerings of food, woven goods, carved charms, and painted shells, each a symbol of gratitude for the bounty the island provides. These offerings are left upon floating rafts, tidepools, or secured to the reefs themselves.

In response, the Lord of Plenty glides close to shore, his massive body stirring the tides, and begins to shed his scales. Each rainbow-hued scale that drifts onto the beaches, coral beds, or floats upon the waves is considered a blessing of abundance. These scales retain faint magical properties; some glow faintly under moonlight, others hum softly when held, and all are believed to carry good fortune, fertility of the land, and protection from scarcity.

With the arrival of the first sunrise of autumn, the Lord of Plenty slips beneath the waves and vanishes, leaving behind only his scales and the promise of sustenance for the coming season.

Superstition

• It is said that if one sees the Lord of Plenty before sunset, it is an omen of extraordinary abundance.
  
  
• To hoard or sell the scales outside of the islands is considered disrespectful and invites ill luck.
  
  
• Trading Lord's scales beyond the archipelago is forbidden and believed to fray one’s Mist or weaken their Soul's tether.
  
  
• Neglecting to repair one's threads before the festival is seen as disrespectful—attending in disrepair may insult the Lord and draw his disfavor.
  
  
• Weaving false Mist-charms to mimic the Lord's scales is considered one of the gravest offenses, leading to social exile and spiritual sickness.
  
  
• Mocking or refusing to participate in the festival is seen as inviting hunger and isolation.
  
  
• Fishing during the Lord's shedding is strictly avoided—it is considered disrespectful to seek bounty while the Lord gives his own.

Legends

Dull Scales, Dull Fate

• • If a Scarfox finds a scale after the shedding that lacks radiance or feels cold to the touch, it is considered a warning of imbalance—be it within the self, the island, or the Soul. Such a scale is returned to the sea with quiet reverence, along with an offering of woven ribbon or a whispered song.,

Seafoam upon the Scarf

• • When the Lord's seafoam lands upon a Scarfox's scarf during the festival, it is a mark of favor. The wearer is believed to have steady Mist for the coming year and may find their magical abilities subtly strengthened.,

Threads That Glow

• • It is believed that during the Lord's passage, threads woven with honest intent or soul-bound craftsmanship may briefly shimmer with faint rainbow light. Scarfoxes see this as confirmation that their work has pleased the Plenty.,

Whispers in the Waves

• • It is common to sit by tidepools or shallow reefs during the Lord’s visit, listening closely to the waves. Those attuned to the Mist sometimes claim to hear the voices of prior lives, faint and fleeting, reminding them of lessons lost to time.,

The Forgotten Shore

• • Some beaches never receive the Lord’s scales. These places are avoided, called "The Forgotten Shores." It is believed they were cursed by arrogance or misuse of Mist, and wandering there risks weakening one's Essence.,

Rainbow in the Tide

• • A rainbow reflected in the waves during the Lord’s visit signals an especially abundant year. Fisherfolk and farmers will work doubly hard after such a sign, believing the bounty will match their efforts.,

Seafoam Blessings

• • When the Lord's seafoam washes onto a Scarfox's paws, it is believed to bring good fortune for the year. Young lovers often walk the beaches barefoot during the festival, hoping the seafoam will find them and bless their union.,

The Scale That Refuses to Shine

• • If a scale retrieved after the Lord’s shedding appears dull, greyed, or lacking radiance, it is seen as a bad omen. It may warn of sickness, failed crops, or approaching storms. Such a scale is never kept—it is respectfully returned to the sea with an offering of fruit or honey.

Smaller Mystical Details and Presence

Presence

The Lord of Plenty is not simply seen—he is felt. The water warms ever so slightly at his approach. The breeze carries the faint, sweet scent of ripe fruit and salt. The Scarfoxes' fur prickles with a tingling, golden sensation, as though the promise of harvest settles upon the skin itself.

Though enormous, his movement is nearly soundless, the only disturbances the gentle ripple of waves, the ghostly shimmer of his fins, and the delicate rain of scales that drift from his body like falling petals of light.

Small Mystical Details

• • His belly and under-fins reflect the shimmer of moonlit sand, appearing almost translucent when seen from beneath.
    
    
  • In the presence of offerings, his radiance intensifies, casting gentle rainbows upon the waves, rocks, and gathered Scarfoxes.
    
    
  • The seafoam that trails from his fins sometimes clings to offerings and remains upon the beaches long after he departs, carrying with it a soft, radiant glow until dawn.
    
    
  • Small fish and marine creatures often swim in his wake, drawn to the nourishing magic he exudes, as coral blooms with sudden color beneath his passage.