Qorvax, the living deity of the Maganda people, is unlike any god spoken of elsewhere on Anarkand. She is not a distant or untouchable figure, but one who dwells directly among her people, walking their forests, sharing in their lives, and reminding them of her eternal bond. Her form is striking and unmistakable—glowing eyes like burning moons, skin marked with sacred geometric tattoos that echo the patterns of the forest, and adornments of tooth and bone that symbolise both protection and ferocity. The Maganda say that her very breath is the mist that lingers in their jungles, her spirit interwoven with the pulse of the land.



To the Maganda, Qorvax is both guardian and teacher. She represents the cycle of life, death, and rebirth within the wilderness they call home. Legends tell of how she first emerged from the roots of the eldest tree, formed from the union of blood and earth when the Maganda ancestors called for salvation during a time of hardship. Ever since, Qorvax has lived in communion with her people, leading them in rituals of renewal, guiding them in war against intruders, and teaching them the wisdom of balance. Though revered as a goddess, she is also seen as kin—a sister, a mother, and a fierce protector. When her people chant her name, it is said the forest itself stirs, and Qorvax answers, embodying the untamed spirit of the Maganda.



Qorvax is threefold in her nature: Protector, Teacher, and Judge.


As Protector, she walks the jungle paths, hunting those who would harm the Maganda or desecrate the land. It is said her glowing eyes can paralyze intruders, forcing them to feel the same fear they once brought to her people.


As Teacher, she guides the Maganda in the art of survival—how to live in balance, how to listen to the whispers of animals, how to use the plants for healing or for poison. Many Maganda say their most important knowledge comes not from mortal elders, but from dreams where Qorvax instructs them.


As Judge, she is feared. During the night of Ebon Fires, held once each cycle of the former moons, the Maganda gather in silence as Qorvax names those who have broken balance—betrayers, oath-breakers, or those who spilled innocent blood. Punishment is not always death; sometimes the guilty are marked, exiled, or even transformed by her will.


The Sacred Rites


The Bloodroot Offering: A small wound is cut into the hand, and blood is dripped into soil at the base of sacred trees, a reminder of the sacrifice that first birthed her.


The Hunt of the Eyes: Young Maganda initiates are sent into the jungle at night, tasked with returning only after they have seen the “light of Qorvax” reflected in the eyes of a beast. This trial binds them to the cycle of predator and prey.


The Shroud Dance: Warriors don cloaks of leaves and smoke, moving as shadows beneath the moonlight to honour Qorvax’s dual role as both seen and unseen.


Influence on Daily Life

The Maganda people believe that Qorvax is not only present in grand ceremonies, but in every moment. A sudden mist on a humid morning is her breath. The glowing eyes of jungle insects at night are her gaze. When a Maganda warrior paints their skin with ash or ink, they trace Qorvax’s marks to show that her spirit moves through them. Even childbirth is considered an act under her blessing—each newborn is lifted to the canopy so that Qorvax, watching unseen, might acknowledge them.

The Eternal Oath

Qorvax is not worshipped as a distant goddess but loved and feared as living kin. The Maganda say: “We are her blood, and she is ours.” They believe that when they die, their spirits return to the roots where Qorvax was born, merging with the endless cycle of Anarkand and essence.