Yamalli is a goddess of farming and crops. She is the guardian of farmers and ranchers, and also is symbolic of fertility. She is worshiped by farmers and laborers on the northern continent, and has a small following in the south.

Yamalli is usually portrayed as a Human woman; often dressed as a laborer, but occasionally also as a pregnant woman.

Stories about Yamalli

The Fertile Twins

There was a small town, nestled in a valley between mountains. The land was rocky and the soil poor, and the people had to work hard for their food, but they had enough to get by, and were happy. A certain woman lived in this town, and she had been wed to a man with whom she was in love. They were very happy together, but as the years went by, they had no children, for the woman was barren. She was filled with sorrow, and begged to the goddess Yamalli for a fertile womb. Yamalli, being a kindly goddess, granted the woman twins – two girls with hair like golden wheat and eyes like fresh grass. The girls grew up healthy and strong, and many said that they were blessed children, for when they helped in the fields, the harvest was greater. As the girls came into their flowering and became women, they were much sought after by young men as wives. Men came from many other towns, and even from cities, seeking their hands in marriage. The girls began to treat their suitors as entertainers, asking them to compete and show off, and leading them on with smiles and hints of favor.

One day, a new suitor came to the town, and though his clothing was plain, he carried a fine sword on his hip. He asked after the girls, and came before them, but he did not beg for their hands, but merely looked upon them, and then turned as if to go. One of the girls called out after him, wondering why he would leave so quickly. He replied that he had thought to find a wife and true partner, but in them he saw only two spoiled girls. One of the girls was angered, and turned away from him in rage, but the other felt a pang of guilt for her actions, and she followed him as he left. She chased him down the road, trying to speak with him. Three times he turned away, telling her to return, but on the fourth he stopped, and asked what she would have of him. The girl found herself looking into his eyes, and knew that she loved him, and asked if he would take her as his wife. He smiled and said that he would, for she had shown her devotion by following after him. He took her back to his home, which was a fine mansion, for he was a lord in disguise. They lived together happily, and she bore him many strong children, both male and female.

The other girl, embittered by her sister’s happiness, chose to make her remaining suitor’s lives a misery, and she taunted and teased them. The fields and crops withered with her displeasure, and the young men departed, leaving her alone. She left her town and went into the wilds, and grew old alone. Some say that she still dwells in the high mountains, angry and bitter, seeking to entrap those who pass by her lair.


Tygris Faye