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An Uleria Daimon

Any god or spirit of any stature will have a grand entourage of associated demigods, heroes, minor spirits, and daimons that accompanies them. Uleria, goddess of love, is a goddess of truly cosmic scope. We find her bedeviling people from Ygg's Isles to the Slorifing Marshes (assuming there are people who live there beyond the Slorifings themselves). It is thus no surprise that her entourage is vast indeed. 

Many of Uleria's daimons are classified as demons outside of her Cities of Free Love, as they drive people on to express various passions in ways embarrassing to look upon. (One daimon in particular is known in Dara Happa to encourage those it afflicts to express their love in terrible, spontaneously-composed, poetry. It is frequent for them to suggest that the barbarians of the hills are all afflicted by this demon.) 

This daimon is frequently named "Praysem" in the texts, and they will respond to this name when so called. Praysem only afflicts those who are in love with someone who might be ashamed by praise. They whisper in their ears, encouraging effusive, gushing declarations of love and adoring descriptions of their beloved. This continues at every opportunity, and if all lovers involved are potentially vulnerable, it's a frequent event that Praysem afflicts them all before long. 

It is of course possible to exorcise the daimon, but it is rare for anyone afflicted to want to do so. Even exorcism normally doesn't stop the flow of praise, though it may become less creative without the divine inspiration.

People who are particularly talented at praising lovers may well gain Praysem as an allied spirit, especially if they are already associated with Uleria. 

A bizarre associated ritual: backing your lover against a wall, placing your hand or leg against the wall to one side of your lover, then letting the praise pour forth.

Some have argued that Praysem is clearly a daimon of poetry or beauty, drawn into Uleria's circle by her charms, but essentially harmless. All right-thinking people shun these love-addled types, as they'll usually start gushing about their love before long and then you're buried in the full cavalcade of poetry and song and praise. 
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