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(NB: I originally wrote this post back in the May of this year, in my private Dreamwidth journal. I figured I’d share for a wider audience – purely because there’s a patrons page on  My Polytheism now, and I figured it was time to get some pop culture representation on there.)

You know, if you’d have told me a few years back that a) one day the D&D pantheon would intertwine with my own, b) I’d swear non marriage oaths to any god and c) the oaths of service would be to Bahamut, of all the gods among them, I’d have said you were off your rocker.

Bahamut is the patron god of badly played lawful stupid paladins, right? In D&D terms, I’m at best a neutral good bard with a penchant for fucking with people. On paper, this does not gel.

But then I realised- Bahamut is, before anything else, a dragon. That is a little easier to understand. All dragons have hoards, right? It’s what dragons do. So what does Bahamut hoard? He cares about justice and law, but you can’t hoard an idea.. A traditional treasure hoard seems beneath him..

And then my then-DM said it offhand one day: Bahamut hoards people. Innocent people, as a rule. Every single one, in all the worlds. And if they’re a victim of unjustice, his anger is as much because how dare you touch what is MINE as it is because he despises cruel, unfair, cowardly actions. That makes a lot of sense to me. I’ve joked in the past that my romantic orientation is ‘dragon’, because I’m pretty protective of my partners. I feel personally insulted if one of their other partners hurts them. (Not that I act on it, obviously, that would be pretty inappropriate, given the way me and my beloveds do poly.) It’s an automatic reaction, deep in the gut, unfiltered and honest- if a little possessive should I let it go too far. I have this tendency, whether I like it or not, whether I act on it or not. Might as well make it useful. ‘Make selfishness a weapon’, as Sir Terry would say.

All of which is to say: it’s been five years since I met the Platinum Dragon. Five years since he said that all he wanted of me was to ‘be curious’ about the hidden injustices that can’t be fought by regular law enforcement. Five years since he explained that in an ideal world, he wouldn’t need people like me, but he needs people to spot the things that slip through the cracks. That he needs someone to hold his paladins to account. That sometimes, much as he regrets it, justice is as much putting the fear of god into a cruel person as it is appealing to their better nature.

Five years since I became his Inquisitor. I never thought I’d say this, but- thank you, dii Thur, it’s been my honour to serve. Here’s to many more years ahead of us.

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