Jalaki

Jalaki is a trickster god. He is worshiped by thieves, con artists, and a few assassins. Jalaki is also believed to uphold the repaying of debts. Jalaki has a wide following; even those who don’t necessarily pray to him often believe in him – and blame him for misfortunes or mistakes.

Jalaki is most frequently depicted as a fair-haired human man, but also as a Lek’re fox or jackal, or a changer fox.

Stories about Jalaki

How Jalaki Borrowed the Sun
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On a particularly cold day, Jalaki observed a young girl struggling to stay warm on the streets. He appeared to her, taking the form of a handsome young man, and asked her what she would give to be warm. She replied that she would give her right hand to never again be cold. Jalaki winked to her, and departed, thinking about how he could make her warm. He asked a street vendor, who suggested a hot drink, but Jalaki knew this would only be temporary… unless, of course, the draught were magical.
To make a magical potion of this sort would require a great source of warmth, and Jalaki knew that the sun was the hottest of all things. He equally knew that Usri would not so easily allow him to borrow the sun, even for just a few minutes. So, he went to Domik’s lair, and watched him toy with his creations for a time. Finally, Jalaki asked what was wrong with Domik’s creatures. Domik, insulted, howled at Jalaki, and made to attack him.
Jalaki leapt back, and said, “I do not mean insult, but they seem… lesser than some others.”
Domik snarled back, “I have as much strength as the other gods! My children cause the other races to quake in fear and hide in terror!”
“Yes,” Jalaki replied, “but they do die so quickly, don’t they? Wouldn’t you like to make them live longer?”
“How would one do such a thing?” Domik asked.
“Ah, well I do not know much about creating creatures,” Jalaki mused, “but perhaps Usri draws power out of the sun. He does guard it so…”
Domik growled, “Indeed. You have been useful, trickster, now get out of my sight before I decide to devour you.”

Jalaki then ran to Usri, and as if panicked, said, “Great Lord, I fear that Domik plots to steal the sun from you! Please, I do not wish to be caught in this fight, but you must do something.”
Usri, sensing a trick, asked Jalaki what he thought Domik could do to steal the sun from him. Jalaki replied, “I cannot know what Domik would do, but surely his demonic kindred would wish to help him.”
Usri, angered by the thought of demons in his world, told Jalaki that his words would be heeded, but that he must prove himself dedicated to the cause. Jalaki agreed, and said he would allow himself to be chained up as a guard. So, Usri chained Jalaki next to the sun, charging him to keep guard. When Domik approached, Jalaki raised a great call, fighting against his bonds.
“He is here, he is here, please, you must help me!”
Now, Usri believed that Jalaki called to him, begging for help fighting Domik. But Domik believed that Jalaki was speaking to him, warning him of Usri’s presence and asking to be set free from his chains. Domik surged forward and snapped the chains from Jalaki, then turned to face Usri. As Usri and Domik clashed against each other, Jalaki leapt back, grabbed the sun, and dashed off, calling back, “I have the sun! I will keep it safe for you!”

He ran to the earth, and hid the sun in his cloak, making the whole world dark; a darkness without even stars. He returned to the city where the girl had been, and now it was even colder than before. Jalaki asked her, “Do you still wish to be warm?” She nodded, shivering against the cold.
“Then drink this,” Jalaki said, squeezing a few drops of the sun into a tankard. The girl grabbed the tankard and tried to drink, but the sun was so hot it set the tankard on fire, and the liquid burned down her throat. She screamed in agony as her skin began to redden and burn from the inside. Jalaki stepped forward, drew his knife, and cut her right hand cleanly off. The girl shuddered, still burning, but did not die.
“There; as you wished, you will never again be cold, and you have given your right hand in trade,” Jalaki said, grinning. Before she could speak another word, he departed, and, returning to the heavens, saw Domik fleeing from Usri. He pulled the sun out of his cloak, and threw it back into the sky, grinning at Usri.
“See, Great Lord, I have kept the sun safe for you while you battled,” he said, “Perhaps in the future, you may trust my intentions.”
Usri simply looked at the reddened hand Jalaki held, and shook his head.

Jalaki

Tygris Faye