Image Description: Flat-colored digital art with straight linear forms balanced against geometric curves. Against a bright pink-red background stand two people: Maatuk on the left and Fiorenzuk on the right. Maatuk is short, but stands tall and firm; they point up with their right hand as if speaking, and they level the viewer a firm look. They have a round face, brown skin, and dark red hair; they wear beige and white robes, a grey-blue shawl, and a white cravat. Behind their head like a halo is the topmost half of a semicircle. Fiorenzuk is a tall and thin woman with brown skin and long blue-white hair; she wears loose white drapery with black sleeves and a beige-blue striped shawl over her shoulder. With her left hand she gestures down with an open palm, and with her right she cradles a golden cornucopia, filled with swords. Her eyes are closed peacefully, and behind her head like a halo is the bottom half of a semicircle. Around the two bloodless, dot stars and constellations float. End ID.
A little style experiment! These two-- the many bloodless are something like saints, though they haven't been seen for hundreds of years. (The time of the bloodless hearkened back to as a sort of idealized time period.) Not quite the white-blooded greater and lesser gods, but not quite red-blooded people, either.
Maatuk-- on the left-- is the patron of speech givers, herders, mountain climbers, papermakers (it is said that instead of blood their veins contained fiber pulp), and lesser gods. They were, in fact, the last known bloodless to walk the Continent; they were stabbed to death and their true personality and legacy-- especially their advocation for lesser gods-- intentionally obfuscated.
Fiorenzuk-- on the right-- is the most famous & emblematic bloodless of the city of Vacwerthan, and her popularity even experienced a revival in the past war as a symbol of allegiance and pride. Vacwerthanese soldiers in the trenches would carve or carry medallions of her and/or her main symbol, the sword-filled cornucopia, as a reminder of home; before the war, however, she was more symbolic of chivalry. She's the patron of politicians, basketweavers, apple pickers (it is said that instead of blood her veins spilled out an Autumn harvest), estranged parents, soup kitchens, and swordsmen.