Astrological Domain: Mars
Color Correspondence: Red
Incense: Dragon’s Blood
Weekday: Tuesday
On the Nature of Fortia
Fortia is the goddess of strength and courage. She is the mightiest of the divine. She stands swarthy and strong with the jaws of the mighty lion in her hands. She wears a studded war-dress of red and silver and is armed with a sword and a shield. She is worshiped by heroes and the men of wisdom. She is an unstoppable force and her words are without end.
—Anarast 2:13-18
Fortia Speaks
My harmony is immensity, my herald is joyous, for victory is at hand when I am near. You will hear my voice in the sound of the rejoicing masses and in the laughter of the giggling babe. I am without equal among the divine and I am champion! Hear my words and tremble at my might, ye of courage, for it is I that fill your feet with running. It is I that pulse your muscles with strength and vigor. I am cunning and I am masterful as a thunderous voice. I am she that raises banners in the hour of need. I am in the sound of the drum and the trumpet as it calls to war! I am unmatched among the divine. It is my womb that gives birth to the great women and men of renown and it is I that raise them. Purge your streets, oh men, of cowards and tyrants, and there in the midst of your champions I will go. Hear my word and call my name in your hour of need and I will hear thee! My justice is swift, my hour is soon, my word is final. My mantra is the voice of the chorus “haum-yeah”. Call to me, to me.
—Anarast 3:21-35
Praise for Fortia
The people’s voices cry out in pain for all the souls of those who have been slain. They cry out for justice. Fortia heard their prayer, she listens to their voice and puts a burning anger in their heart. The anger speaks of truth. There can be no peace when there is no order. There can be no order when there is no justice. There can be no justice when the law is unjust.
By the lady’s word the tide turns; the villains hearts fill with fear. The injustice is replaced with a mighty uproar. The people take to the streets. The people become mighty warriors with hearts like Therio. The word is spoken and they are heard.
Behold the mighty word of Fortia, Great lady of justice, goddess from the ancient lands. Behold the tidings of change as we see the foundations crumble. Behold as the hearts of fear become the hearts of great warriors, and the hearts of the oppressor become the hearts of fear.
Your time is now. The lady has spoken. She has heard your prayers, and the obstacles will fall away one by one in your path.
The drums clang, voices shout; it is the sound of victory on the horizon. The end of an era looms as the shadow of a new one is cast.
Great lady Fortia, may your voice be heard. May your justice be swift. May the oppressed be freed from their bondage. May evil return to those who have done evil. May good come to those who hear your voice in their hearts. Lady Fortia, it is sweet to praise you.
—Anarast 4:12-37
