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Quick, /tg/, tell me about a god from your setting. I don't care which one. I just need some good ideas to steal.
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>Ictinike the Star-Devourer

Ictinike is one of Lolth's coven (the scribe) and a member of one of the four ruling palaces of the drow gods.

She's a big oathkeeper in drow society: you can swear an oath in a temple of Ictinike supervised by one of her priestesses and then if you break the oath later shadow spiders will crawl out of the shadows around you and devour you. It's used pretty often to create reliable contracts for the drow, although some people have gotten around breaking it by living the rest of their lives in places without shadows. In general she's associated with law, writing, temporary light, commerce, insular madness and ghosts.

Sacrifices to Ictinike have this sadistic element of time where the sacrifice will be forced to make an oath and then manipulated over say, a year or decade into particularly ironic circumstances of breaking it. She prefers unwilling sacrifices for this in common with the other less militant goddesses of the coven.

Ictinike is an inherited elf god (which is why she retains some reference to astral phenomena) but seems to prefer the drow. When she's sculpted or manifests she's portrayed as a freakishly tall, elongated drow woman with spiderlike eyes and no mouth, hands or feet: her limbs all terminate in sharp points. Sometimes she's depicted as being hunchbacked or having a spiderlike abdomen.

When she needs to be manually dextrous she puppets a servant or corpse with spiderweb strings. These puppets can only communicate by gesture though, so if Ictinike or her avatar want to communicate verbally they'll impale a priestess with one spiky limb and assume direct control of her body. This is seen as a pretty great honour in her church and by no means the end of a priestess' career - a lot of the senior ranks of Ictinike's clergy are ghosts or undead who've previously been used for this ritual.
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Sol is the old God of the now destroyed Solland. Once a fertility God who's main domain was the sun, after his patron province got wiped off the map by Orc Warlord Gorbad Ironclaw he lost the vast majority of his province. Still partially worshipped in certain Wissenland villages, overall it seems that the sun has set, no more to rise.
Um... alright...

>The Great Eye

Our sun is actually the eye of a great being that watches over us all and created the world by perceiving it.

it used to be infinite and covered the entire sky, but over time shrunk until it was no more than a speck due to shamans and wizardly types trying to steal its [s]lucky charms[/s] power for themselves. As a security measure, it curses anyone who dares to gaze upon it to be blinded.

Another impact of it being shrunk down is that it can no longer perceive all at once, and needs to travel around the earth (creating the day and the night)
Whenever the Eye looks away from us, we cease to exist (as we only exist in the first place because it observes us to) until it recreates us again in the morning, just slightly differently. Therefore, according to its worshipers, time is not a straight line, rather a single day endlessly repeating itself in different ways each time.

...no I haven't worked out all the details (like what the hell the moon is supposed to be and why nobody notices the change)

Mistress of Malformation
Queen of Corruption
Fouler of Flesh

A twisted goddess of disease and mutation, Ath'Dara is worshipped by mad alchemists, desperate victims of disease willing to trade their forms for survival, and those vengeful who would inflict curses to warp the bodies of their victims into unspeakable forms.

Her symbol is a mangy dog with boils and one leg reduced to bone, her weapon a syringe.

An intelligent star sealed completely inside a suit of brass armour of his own making. An embodiment of greed, vengeance, power, and spiteful destruction. Ascended to the Throne of Fire by slaying the previous occupant, and thus became High House Flame's King and God.

He was tricked by Centuriel, God of High House Earth, into sitting upon a throne forged from perfected gold that he had been gifted. Overwhelmed by greed, he firmly placed himself onto the ostentatious seat and, to his fury, found it melting around him, trapping him within itself. The angrier he became, the more heat he gave off, and the harder it became to escape the prison his throne had become. In the centre of High House Flame, at the very peak of the Brass City, he still rages upon his throne to this day, never realising that if he were to just calm down, he would be able to escape with minimal effort.
My current game is set in an Alt timeline of DanMachi, so.... literally throw a dart at a board and pick one of hundreds of real-world gods.
Hestod is the name of the fourth planet in the luminous zone just before an asteroid belt known as the Broken Gate hence Hestods title as guardian of the Broken Gate. He's the patron of warriors and has a paladin order who live on the planet. He's also known as the Wounded because of a fight between him and his siblings who want to leave and explore beyond their mothers light. The ensuing battle left Hestod with s great wound and though he would be healed if he moved closer to his mothers light he refuses to abandon his post and swore never to forgive his brothers and sisters who left.

The story is part of a way for astronomers and sailors to explain celestial events they saw one being a meteor that destroyed one of its moons and impacted the planet
The Two-Faced God

He cares for thieves, backstabbers, drama fiends, pickpockets, con artists, oathbreakers, charlatans, pimps, priestly impersonators, people who make bad puns, and etc. He likes to see the lives and expectations of mortals disrupted. Mostly for his own benefit. If things are going well for you, then you want to hope that the other gods are distracting the Two-Faced God. Because if his eyes are on you, things won't keep going in the same way. Something will happen. A distant relative will die and leave you a position of power. Your larder will suddenly be infested with maggots. A random stranger will stab your favorite child in the street. All of these things and more are things that the Two-Faced God and his priesthood do to create chaos.

All of the His Deceitfulness's priesthood are required to front as any other god's clerics. The various gods turn their wrath away from these impersonators, possibly due to interference on the part of the Two-Faced God. All tribute stolen from these other gods through the impersonators' efforts is distributed among the priests of the Two-Faced God who participated in the impersonation. His Deceitfulness takes no cut, thinking that the chaos caused is sufficient tribute.
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Is she the ascended form of Yotsuba?
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Cheibriados is a god of deliberation.
Those following Cheibriados travel more slowly the further they progress in their faith, and are forbidden from using any means to hasten themselves.
In the process of so imitating their god, they attain perfection of mind and body, and the mysteries of time unfold before them.
Especially devout followers may even momentarily abandon the flow of time and its needless disturbances.
Followers of Cheibriados move more slowly as they gain favour, and are rewarded for killing creatures who are faster than they are.
Moving too quickly or using magically hastened weapons is frowned upon.
Cheibriados rewards the faithful with a slowed metabolism, the power to slow other creatures, the power to distort the flow of time, the power to harm those who move more quickly than they do, and, finally, the ability to step out of the flow of time entirely.
Cheibriados likes it when you kill fast things, relative to your speed.
Cheibriados strongly dislikes it when you hasten yourself or others or use unnaturally quick items.

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The God of Shoelaces

In this new kind of world, more gods are needed but they rarely have the power they need. Even worse, mortals aren't as keen on believing anymore (and believing in generic stuff like fate doesn't count).
The god of shoelaces tries to remind the feeble humans that it exists, by untying your shoelaces. Tying it back gives it some power back, but only a minuscule amount more higher than it took to untie the shoelace in the first place. One day however, it will gain enough power to initiate the next stage of godhood. When that happens, humanity will tremble in fear when they see the power their footwear will hold. Praise Lace!
The thousand in one is the angels solution to finding the perfect definition of justice

One thousand angels gave their lives to live as a gestalt god of Justice and Balance
>Known also as The Gatekeeper, The Judge, and the Eater of the Dead

Some big fuckoff dragon who killed the grim reaper and set himself up as the god of the dead.
He sorts and judges the souls of the dead, and decides where to send them if another god doesn't claim them. he judges most unworthy of any afterlife and adds them to his hoard and/or eats them

He also has a secondary domain of knowledge, and is attempting to get a monopoly on necromancy, so that even more souls can be his.

He promises to show his most devout followers how the world truly is. Most of his high priesthood is blind now.
>Hiyouk, the Tunneler
>Goddess of earth and stone, the underworld, life, and death

Hiyouk is an incredibly shy and timid goddess with a habit of delving into the earth for privacy. She loves tunneling and exploring the depths of the earth, and eventually in her digging she stumbled across the underworld, which had been forgotten after the demise of the old gods but still exerted a draw on the souls of the departed. With the old gods gone, the underworld had begun to deteriorate, much to the detriment of the souls dwelling there. In compassion, Hiyouk took on the maintenance of the underworld herself, and therefore also enforcing the laws of life and death.
Opposed by Sinac, god of impatience.
You go faster the more devout you become.
Especially devout followers can go so fast that they get to their destination before they left.
You go faster as you gain favor, and are rewarded for killing turtles and shit.
Ralos and Ranul are the trickster twins who form the sun and the moon, spending all day and night chasing each other. They're assholes who really love a good prank.

The other gods basically created life to distract them, so that mortals would be the new victims of their tricks.
They're loosely based on the Maya Hero Twins
Halfling god of High Explosives

Civil rituals involve fireworks, holidays are typically desctruction dates for major structures. Miracles include: Making it rain grenades, nitro glycerin, tiny flashbangs, and snap dragons.
Did you really make a Sanic meme a part of your pantheon
Amaros and Asdiel are the same god, but they're two different personas, and only one will appear at any given time, which seems to be determined at random. Amaros, the male persona, is the God of Ruin, while Asdiel, the female persona, is the Goddess of Undoing. They're/it's pretty much a social outcast in terms of the pantheon, but they're absolutely vital to the world. The God of Knowledge is extremely interested in them, as they hold the secrets to how the world will end. They have an affinity for characters that are CN, and they tamper with mortal affairs quite a bit, but don't actually reveal themselves all too often.

Here is the last good pantheon /tg/ made.
No no, you spelled it wrong, it's Sinac.
Also, did I mention that gold is holy to him? His most devout followers often carry thick bands of gold.
Oh, and he created seven sacred gems that store great quantities of divine speed energy.
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I'm not the only one that remembers that thread? Cool.
I am sorry
The goddess of lovers scorned is the child of the goddess of fertility and the deity of love(technically neither male nor female the deity is formed from the concept of love such as it exists within the people of the world). She really doesn't like being the goddess of lovers scorned though, it's a really narrow domain, and isn't a great position particularly when if she actually helps someone properly they end up outside her domain. Though she has created an order of paladins to go around smacking peoples' shit in when they fuck with things in her domain, as well as providing basically an inappropriate amount of weaponry and training to scorned lovers. Though she's making an attempt at taking the place of the god of war, unfortunately for her she doesn't fancy him.
We had Wuzznith, god of accidental death and dismemberment, worshipped by insurance agents. His cousin/grandfather was Wozzonth, goddess of taking shit that doesn't really belong to anyone (anymore), worshipped by rogues and technically minded thieves. His/her spouse was Tum'thurax, nongendered god of getting pissed off at stupid gender politic SJW bullshit, worshipped by SJW barbarians and fascists.

We also had the Earthbound god Dave, cursed god of war and death and carrion, unable to shed his mortal form due to his unkillable and undying nature, worshipped by all who fight and kill and die (and those that feed or profit from the abovementioned). His wife was Eranora, goddess of being a really good person and seeing past the physical appearance and loving people for who they are on the inside, worshipped (as a general love goddess, which she doesn't like but is too nice to bring it up) by Elves and (unintentionally worshipped by) girls that date guys that aren't as attractive as themselves but have really great personalities. Their semidemigoddess daughter is Sarah of the 9 Virtues, a part-time goddess of low strategy and violence and solving problems by choosing not to give in to your baser nature, worshipped by a bard named John that used to follow her around and now sings songs of their adventures in a 3 star tavern in Far Haven (and tangentially by the patrons that find themselves whistling the tune later).
She's the god of Authoritative Rule and Revolutions.

Basically, if you survive the revolution, you have the divine right to rule your kingdom. At least until the next revolution. If you don't, clearly you weren't favored by the Gods and it's a good thing you were replaced.
>Offenders against Cheibriados are given one last chance to take it easy. They may find themselves slowed and exhausted, or stepping from time at unexpected moments. In dangerous moments, Chei provides them with refreshing naps. And in very dangerous situations... in the full depth of time, almost anything can happen. (But for those who offend Cheibriados, probably not anything good!)

Why my text didn't appear ?
Anyway, my question was why was DCSS pantheon is so good ?
Chei is my favorite Kiku in Crawl!
>Anyway, my question was why was DCSS pantheon is so good ?
Because it is more concerned with unique and interesting gameplay rather than lore.
Chei, Ashenzari, Xom, Nemelex etc. - they are interesting and they are fun to play. They aren't there simply "for the lore".
>Godname: xXx_Beastly_xXx

In this setting, champions are picked out willingly or unwillingly by gods to carry out tasks to win favor in a mmorpg created by a pantheon of divine entities.

As favor is won, a champion is blessed with more divine energy to perform even more fantastic deeds. And the goal of the god game is to have the strongest, most fantastic champion of all the universes.

However, Josh isn't a high ranking god. He's actually hit what could be considered rock bottom of the rankings. So the only gift he can bestow initially to his champion is something relatively useless. Clairfragrance, the ability to smell events in the future.

It is up to the champion then, willingly or unwillingly, to participate in a game of gods where they have the utmost worst starting position to rise the ranks of champions and compete on a celestial level with heroes and demons hosted by entities of omnipotent power.
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That's really fucking stupid.
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>Jure of Healing

The Goddess of Healing and Sanity, Jure's exact origins are unknown, but rumor has it she was once from the Juere region of Tyris and ascended into the position as the right hand servant of the previous God of Healing. A fierce war between the gods happened thousands of years ago, when a rift from another dimension opened up in their holy realm and started sending beings of pure chaos through, whom appeared to exist only to undo the order they had meticulously set down and consume the world into entropy. Their leader, the UlTiMaTe cHaOs LoRd Tezcatlipoca, was a being like no other. He slew the gods by the thousands, leaving their aspects vacant and forcing their servants to either fill their positions, or having surviving gods take over their aspects as well as what fragments remained of their personalities. Jure was one of the former, taking up the mantle as a mortal ascended to goddesshood. As the "youngest" of the eight major gods of the Irva, she often doubts her abilities and is noted by her followers to have a distinct "sugar and ice" tsundere) personality, yet it is perhaps because of her still human nature that she attracts a large following, with certain cities holding a yearly winter festival in her name in which they convert heathens to their cause. The other gods question the exact conduct of these festivals in regards to how forceful these conversion may be, causing the goddess to indirectly instruct her followers to try and act more passively and compassionately in their endeavors.

Her head servant is a young man known as the "Defender", who has stylized himself in manner after Rovid, the God of Protection. He is one of many promising individuals who hope to one day become powerful enough to challenge Tezcatlipoca and vanquish chaos from the realm. All of Jure's faithful are able to directly tap into her healing abilities, allowing them to heal their own wounds.

>"N-No! Cut it! I-I don't love you. Stupid!"
>Gee, Bill, how come your mom lets you have two crickets?
A bard that ascended and became the god of fertility and entertainment
Qonvoqar, the Blood on Snow, God of Death, Winter, and Darkness

Qonvoqar is the gnoll god of death and winter, and the only male who outranks many female gods. His most common appearance is as a tall skinny gnoll with pale white fur with blood like markings across his face and lower arms, with great raven's wings made from pure shadow. He sometimes comes as a terrifying giant gnoll skeleton wrapped in darkness for flesh and robes, with a chilling aura that flows around him.

He was the first of gnollkind to die, saving First Tribe (gnoll pantheon) from a night ambush by an elemental titan of darkness and frost during a terrible blizzard. After succumbing to his wounds, he found himself upon the plane of spirits and forced to survive there. The tales of his survival and trip are many and strange, but eventually he came upon the Bonelands, the great graveyard for strange behemoths that wander the spirit planes.

Soon after strange gods were encountered: a female human, a male dragon, a giant horse man, and others. Qonvoqar was the first god upon this dead place, but he was wiser than many thought him and proposed a solution for their problem of who owned the place. A council of death, all the gods of death would share the place, a neutral sacred ground from which to gather and judge the souls of each people.

He eventually traced his steps back to the lands of of his people, forging the Path of Souls. Upon his arrival he found his body still preserved all these years later, but for all his power he could not join his soul to his body. He found that O'Istidir (She is Fiercer) was near birth, and watched as her consort attempted to force his dominance upon her during her attempts to give birth. She fought and won, stealing some of the power of all living males from what was He Is, but the child was dead. Qonvoqar took the small lump of life that was to be the first gnoll child that was now decaying and used it to restart his body, bringing himself back to life.
>The Bandbreaker
The Bandbreaker is chief of the gods, a great and terrible warrior deity, lord of flame and harsh light. Named for the golden rings he wears around his biceps, he breaks them and gives them as rewards to those loyal to him.
In the first ages, he was firstborn to the king of the gods. His younger brother, lusting after power, attempted to kill his father and take his throne while the Bandbreaker was away. Attempting to get all those who didn't conspire with him drunk and then slay them, the Bandbreaker's younger brother nearly succeeded after killing his father. However, the Bandbreaker returned, and thrashed his traitorous younger brother within an inch of his life with a bundle of birch branches. The younger brother fled, and the Bandbreaker and his army gave chase, driving the traitor far to the west. In this exile, the younger brother became the source of darkness in the world. But the traitor still remembered the birch branches, and even today all of his creatures fear the wood of that tree.

The Bandbreaker took the throne, changed from his centuries of war. An incredibly stubborn king, his wife rules with a far more subtle and effective hand than he could ever hope to have. In his mind, he would die before he would stop fighting. There can be no peace until his younger brother and all of his followers are eradicated. Too much has been taken from him. His parents, too many of his friends, and countless followers who had given their lives. With each person that his younger brother takes from him, the Bandbreaker feels like another piece of him is lost.
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St. Cuthbert
Kadas is the god of invention, art, creativity, luck, children, and fools. He represents the ever-changing face of civilization, the chaos and change inherent within civilization’s orderly facade, the inevitability of progress, and the sweeping away of the old to make way for the new. Kadas despises stagnation and encourages advancement and progress.

He is prayed to by artists and writers and any who undertake creative endeavors, and is a favourite of revolutionaries, innovators, and any who seek to challenge the status quo. He is unpopular with certain entrenched segments of society such as gerontocracies or wealthy ruling classes, and people who openly venerate him are looked upon with suspicion by these groups.
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Columbia - The 19th century predecessor to Uncle Sam. She's the personification of America and represents its boundless ambition and expansion.

She's not a giant like in the pic, but she's a traveling singer, and is incredibly charismatic. She has her own agenda.
The Triumvirate of Pietism
The Papacy of the Triumvirate considers the godhead to be three entities, which are paradoxically separate yet unified. They are the Prodigal One, The Winnower, and the Lord on High.
Human souls (and only humans in the setting, all other races are not considered to have souls by the Papcy) are deemed to be worthy by engaging in specific ritualistic acts of goodness and devotion throughout their lives. At the time of their death, a human stands before the Triumvirate for Judgement. It is thought that the Prodigal One, who embodies a life lived in earnest effort toward good despite constant failure, will always cast a vote in favor of the lowliest of sinners. The Winnower, who revels in despair and misfortune, always casts a vote against salvation, as he deems all humans to be pathetic and undeserving of a reward. It falls on the Lord on High to then cast the deciding vote. As such, most of the religious instruction and scriptural lessons of the Pious faith focus on pleasing the Lord on High and demonstrating worthiness in His eyes.
Shadowed Tree, God of Drowning in the not-Amazon, Patron God of the City of not-Venice. Fairly old and cautious by the standards of small animist gods.
Waldyr the Trickster.

A patron god of thieves, jesters, jokers (and for reasons unknown, chicken farmers). He is incredibly real and almost always present whenever mischief is happening, either physically or as that little voice in your head that goes: "C'mon, what's the harm? Just do it, it'll be fun!". He's a god who likes to get hands-on with his followers and those who displease him will generally experience really bad luck in almost any circumstance until they atone for whatever they did.

People in the world are aware that he exists, that he can be anywhere, be anyone and that in being a god he's generally impossible to stop and unlikely to care what mortals think about any of that. The good thing, however, is that he's neither evil or malicious. But if a thief is ever caught, the plead; "God made me do it!" might actually hold up in court.
this is pretty good. I could definely be refined a little but it's promising
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Do the faithful learn the secret art of traveling very quickly by moving very slowly?
The god of destiny.

She constantly gets tangled in the "destiny yarn" stuff from Greek myths, and often fucks up paperwork regarding people's destinies.

She shows up and apologizes profusely when a player wants to change class but likes their character too much.
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>Goddess of War and Mourning
Instead of waging war, this holy goddess is meant to show the terrors of war, the death of family, the hunger and starvation and the terrible destruction. It is the main goddess of one of the largest pantheons in the world.

You'd think her followers were total pacifists, but hell no they aint because human nature is too corruptible. They've declared war on other nations to prevent them from waging wars. They've started bloody revolts because the leaders weren't pacifist enough. And they don't shy away from regular wars too, because who cares about religion when you don't need it.
I love Bionicles I yet I feel I'm missing something.
Is it related to the movies ?
>meant to show the terrors of war, the death of family, the hunger and starvation and the terrible destruction. It is the main goddess of one of the largest pantheons in the world.
So R63 Ares, but without the narrative element?
Hermaphroditic god(dess?) of fertility/virility. Also rules over bountiful crops.
>loves bionicle
>never played MNOLG
Your love is a hollow lie
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No idea who or what the R63 Ares is
Martin, God of Civilisation. He desires that all living things become more civilized. His priests create altars and monuments to him in wild places or farmland. This causes all humans to feel strongly inclined to move to large cities and develop. It also uplifts any local animals, causing them to try to act more human and civilized. They generally try to build houses and take up farming, eventually building shitty animal towns.
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Cory was 15-year old blacksmiths apprentice from a little dungheap village in the middle of absolutely nowhere who suddenly, without warning and much against his own wishes ascended to godhood rather suddenly -and- violently.

This momentous event had, of course, been prophesied thousands of years before, as such things tend to be.
Chalk it up to bad timing if you want, but the hermit meant to have the prophecy revealed to him had stepped out to take a life-affirming shit and thus did not hear the glorious news.
The sole receiver of the epiphany was instead a lone gopher, and it did not pass on the message.

Therefore it came to everyone as quite a surprise when the pimple-faced teen suddenly commanded the power to change reality and bend time and space to his will, perhaps most of all to the kid himself who up until that point had barely been in control of his own body.
After a long talk with his dad, as well as the city guard, the local magistrates, the mayor, the liege lords, the barons, every single priest and finally the king of the realm, it was unanimously decided that it would be best if Cory went elsewhere, as the clergy already had several gods to attend to and weren't currently looking for more. They'd absolutely send word if something became available though.

So off he went, the newest and utterly unsung god of the pantheon. With only the clothes on his back, a backpack of preservatives and sandwiches (thanks mom) and awesome cosmic otherworldly powers with which he could shape the universe with the flick of a finger, if only he wasn't about as imaginative as a cobblestone.
There's The Progenitor, who allegedly created the world and other gods, but he (or she, or whatever) might not exist.

Lesser gods are patrons of nations and locations, they are real but they are dumb and lack initiative and people kill them once in a while and eat their corpses to steal their powers.

Or sometimes they become corrupted and anyone who worshipped them turn into rampaging monsters. So now religion that worship The Progenitor is on the rise despite not offering tangible benefits.
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god that sounds fast
>Clairfragrance, the ability to smell events in the future.

Long ago, a man found himself trapped in the prison plane, Carceri. He was a con man and a thief by trade, and it seemed as fitting a place as any to be sent to by an enemy.

The thief moved from sphere to sphere, growing more and more desperate to find a way out, so he could plunge a dagger into the back of the man that sent him here. He came upon the final sphere: the place where the black fortress of Nerull, god of death stood.

The god of death was not one for deals, but he found the little thief interesting enough that he decided to negotiate. The thief could leave to go get his revenge, and take care of any other mortal business he had, but after one year was up, Nerull would take his soul, and add it to his collection. The thief begrudgingly agreed, and found himself back on the material plane.

After finding and killing the man that sent him there, he began plotting and scheming. He was going to pull a fast one on the god of death.

So the year ended, and the thief found himself standing, once again, before Nerull. With a single blow of his scythe, the thief's body was destroyed... but something was wrong. No soul came forth. Nerull was furious, and after a few moments of rage he realized what had happened. The thief was no longer mortal: he was a lich. What better way to keep one's soul then pull it out of the body and hide it elsewhere?

And hide it he did, in the blackest corners of the Great Wheel, as far from the influence of the gods as possible. It is there he made his fortress, and it's said he hides there to this day, away from the prying eyes of the ever vengeful god of death.

To this day, thieves, assassins and con men say a prayer to the lich-thief before a job. Jacos, they call him; the god of shadows and trickery. It's said he protects them in their criminal enterprise by blanketing them with shadow.
It was good thread.

Do you follow the Spider
Snail bro is best bro.

No where else can my Stone Gargoyle destroy literal rooms of demons with the power of the Snail God because none of those jittery fuckers are slower than me.
If you want to be truly slow, you should pick naga. This is some insanely slow shit.
Dha-Cho aka "The realest nigga ever"
I was one of the players, we joined the cult because of 1 history roll and a player saying something along the lines of him being the realest nigga ever, he rewards his followers with and I quote "pimp shit".
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If you set up a code of various smells beforehand, you might be able to send messages back in time. So it isn't an entirely useless power.
Ares is a Greek god of war, numbnuts, and R63 means genderbend.
He's a being of paranoia and fear who can control snowstorms and summon small swarms/packs of spiders, rats, wolves, and deer. His working name is The Red Stag.

He is reborn once a year around mid-winter and goes through a sort of 3-4 stage metamorphosis as he devours the fear of those around him: he starts as a fuzzy bug thing about the size of a large housecat with one huge-ass eye; stage two is a hairless, wirey creature about the size of a large dog covered in boney protrusions that bleed constantly, has six legs, and no facial features barring a mouth; stage three is about two people tall and musclebound with powerful cervine legs and a crown of antlers on his head, the skin of his second stage draped loosely around his shoulders like a cape and the skin of his third form is strecthed taut by the muscle beneath; In his True form he can directly incite fear in people through spells in order to feed, and becomes nigh unstoppable.

He's allergic to fire, chestnuts, pine trees, holly, misletoe, and Christmas Spirit.
The Boatman & The Star [NG]

The Boatman is told to resemble a bearded skeleton with white sand pouring from his eye sockets. According to legend, the Boatman was once a man looking for his long lost lover. To find her, he ripped out his own heart and threw it into the sky to follow it. For an eternity, The Boatman has been rowing across the oceans of time. During his travels, he helps mortals pass into the afterlife and comforts the mourning. The Boatman represents reposing death, entropy, time, and mercy. Despite his ghastly appearance, he is quite kind and listens to his prayers carefully. His followers respect life and are charitable in their actions.

Fa' [CN]

Fa' is not so much a God, but the collective life force of nature itself. Fa' is the God of Fey, Druids, and other nature aligned beings. Fa' appears as a different animal or plant in each manifestation, but always completely white with blue eyes. To be part of Fa' is to understand that your soul belongs to nature and is in fact bound to it intrinsically.

Pluth [N]

Pluth is a corpulent God buried within his own vast treasure. Pluth is said to have 99 eyes and 99 fingers for which to count his wealth. Followers of Pluth tend to be merchants or traders.

The Thinking Gear [LN]

The Thinking Gear isn't so much as a God, but merely a vast clockwork creation of unfathomable complication. And although The Thinking Gear does not think itself a God, it does not dismiss its own divinity either. Over the centuries this has evolved into an organized religion in itself, but lacking any form of clerical body since The Thinking Gear is not intrinsically magical.

Ve'Baal [LE]

Ve'Baal is an ancient, cruel, but giving Lord. The horned King, sits upon a throne of obsidian with a torch in one hand and an open book in the other. Inside of his Black Library are the sins of every being ever committed. Ve'Baal enacts punishment but also reward. Followers mainly keep to themselves and seldom start fights unless provoked.
Emperor Nerrus, Lawful Neutal god of battle and warfare and patron deity of Humans.

Once the ruler of an immense human kingdom, he absolutely dominated battlefields both with clever tactics and being a one-man juggernaut of up-fuckery, eventually reaching a point where his mastery of warfare began to manifest into a spark of divinity. The spark allowed him to go beyond what is humanly possible in strength and skill, but at the same time made him single-mindedly focused on warfare and conquering above all else.

Eventually some other human nations and Elven clans began to realise that his list of things to conquer was gradually including any and every nation nearby, and put a truce on their bickering to put down Nerrus and his ferociously loyal followers (who would later become his prophets and priests). Nerrus and his empire put up a fight worthy of a demigod and his followers, but were overwhelmed by the sheer size and numbers of his enemies from all sides, and Nerrus himself was finally brought down in the ruins of his own capitol, his death amidst the countless corpses of his enemies being the final rite of his rise to full divinity.

Those few statues that weren't destroyed by his enemies became hidden shrines, where humans and warriors of other races pray to him for good fortune in battle. Rumors have it that a smokey avatar of his armored likeness can occasionally be spotted amidst places where great battles were recently waged, wandering aimlessly and choosing the greatest from among those dead to join him in his holy realm.
The Pale Dragon. They are, in essence, the dragon of the dead. Depending on the culture depends on whether the Pale Dragon is viewed upon favorably.

In regards to the underworld that they rule, belief varies.

Generally, however, the Pale Dragon is associated with the moon.

Some believe that the moon is the dragon, some believe the moon is the dragon's eye, others believe it is a portal to the other world, and finally, some believe that it is another world.
Great ones!
I love The Thinking Gear.
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The Sky Father

He's portrayed either as a humanoid falcon or a giant falcon. His followers are mostly nomad horse tribes but there's some city folk who also follow him (these are the predecessors of the nomads who settled long time ago). The followers consider falcons and falconers as holy, it's mainly shamanistic. The shamans usually have headpieces that resemble a falcon and their clothes have wings and feathers. They believe the sky father created everything and resides above the skies. They believe that the shamans can communicate with the sky father with their rituals. The nomad tribes are mostly known for their horse archery (ala mongols and turks) and have these special blessed arrows fletched with falcon feathers I usually give these arrow +5 to hit. They have special rituals to ward of bad luck like pouring hot lead in to a pot of cold water over someones head.
Pinball, the sloth god. As in he is a sloth. Pinball is the oversoul to which all pantheons belong. Due to his nature, he rarely intervenes divinely and has no mortal followers, practically unknown on all mortal planes.
That's an interesting concept. Is Pinball the source of religion, or did Pinball arise as a result of religion? How do the gods of your setting treat Pinball: with reverence, disdain, indifference?
Is your setting in the Old American West?
Consider Earth, as it is now, except the Christian god is definitively real. Capital G God:Real humans :: Pinball:gods
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Not specifically a god, but multiple aspects of one live and die like normal people, but born naturally with special traits of the god they're an aspect of, with all of them having sharing those traits.

The god of chaos's aspects are basically the Joker. Each one taking on a different variation, but always sharing the same traits of chaotic behavior, pale white face+glaring red smile (make up or natural), always trying to make the orderly disorderly, and never aware of their traits' origin. Only one may be alive at a time, and when one dies a new one is "chosen".

Could be some random bandit in the woods suddenly starts smearing white paint on himself and slowing destroying social order in a nearby city, or a wealthy trader across the wold uses an elixir to bleach himself white and working behind the scenes committing himself to the same goal.
Toltiir - god of mischief, chaos, pratfalls, humor, and screwups. Frequently takes the form of a mockingbird, a black cat, or a plaid panther. Power level varies as it's a being from outside space/time and has to "pinch" off part of itself in order to insert into lower-dimension universes without tearing them.
Usually will create items like a singing sword (that plays background music appropriate to the circumstance) or otherwise mucking about with situations in order to amuse himself.
Doesn't really intend harm, but has never quite grasped human-style reality or morals or a lot of other details.
The Great Divines
Jarra, the Breath of Life (LN)
Jarra is one of the two Great Divines, the true ruling deities of Alvaeon. Jarra is praised by many, particularly those who have sick or wounded to tend to (or who have overcome such hardships). Despite this, Jarra is not a good deity by definition - she simply governs the laws and energies of law and healing. Jarra does not try to sway followers away from any misgivings; that being a job of the Seven or the Nine. She simply nurtures the life of all things, no matter how mighty or miniscule. Jarra's domains are Healing, Life, Law, and Creation.

Null, the Call of Eternity (LN)
Null is Jarra's counterpart among the Great Divines. In much the way Jarra is praised by many, Null is often only called upon by the darker denizens of the living, or by those wishing freedom from their mortal bonds. Null, too, is neither good nor evil, but governs the laws of the eventual death and demise of all things. Nothing, mortal or otherwise, is truly beyond the grasp of death. Life, similarly, cannot continue without death, as life, by its nature, feeds on the products of death. Much like Jarra, Null views the swaying of followers as the job of the other deities (though he does have a certain distaste for Moroxx, as Moroxx does pervert the cycle through necromantic means). Jarra's domains are Death, Destruction, Law, and Creation.
Terry Pratchett! You're alive
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All right, fa/tg/uys, that's pretty good.

Out of the deities posted, what would your pantheon be?
Moon goddess in my pirate world is the white whale shamelessly ripped from Moby Dick.
>ralos and ranul
I hate when people think theyre creative because they spelled something backwards
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
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Ath'Dara, Hestod, Cheiribriados, Sinac, Lace, Jure, The Boatman & The Star, Josh, Waldyr, Cory, and Pinball
Ibaweg- The Avenger
Sealed away for eons, Ibaweg awakens because of the actions of some guys who are total douches. Not intentional, but causes a massive volcanic eruption or equally bad event.

As all the current deities are mortals who grew in power and usurped the portfolios of the gods, Ibaweg was the backup plan left behind by the old gods. No mortal worshippers at first, as he begins to wreak more havoc on the pantheon, his following grows. This also reveals to all that the gods they worshipped were just pretenders... but if they die, what do?
Honestly, all of these are good enough for a place, and we don't have nearly too many, yet, so I'd say all.
Ask again at 300 posts.
If you're bringing Chei, why not bring along the whole DCSS pantheon?

Fair enough.

>UlTiMaTe cHaOs LoRd

Wait a second...


Just straight up Discworld Death
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The god of chaos really enjoys crashing weddings because of the amount of preparation and planning and....ORDER that goes into them....so sickening...someone should teach those stuffy mortals how to have a bit of fun!
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An ancient benevolent being of light.
My setting doesn't feature Gods really, the Celestial Bureaucracy runs everything and is pretty democratic. Your dead Grandfather is part of the tax paying voting block of the afterlife.

However, the leaders of different departments could often be thought of as Gods. And as weird afterlife spirit things, they can be very strange.

>Chairmen of Believed History
This Godling sits in the heavenly library. He looks like a gaunt, pale man in robes but his head is an endlessly tall sheaf of papers; raining pages down below onto the eternal library. His role, naturally, is to determine what is the commonly held 'history' that everyone 'remembers'. Actual historical events are often forgotten, and bogus or highly inaccurate ones are remembers and spread around as fact and truth instead.

Why was he elected to the position? Simple; he promised to increase the number of souls checking books out of the heavenly library by making history inaccurate, poorly transcribed, and incomplete. His campaign was successful and now the librarian spirits have all received a wonderful pay raise as a result of the increased traffic.

Thank you Chairmen!
"Tolishk, Father Forge, the God of craftsmanship and creation.
The task was his to teach the denizens of the mortal pastures the designs to thrive. From his influence they learned to build to last, to shape beauty in wood and stone, to forge great weapons with which to defend themselves from the wild world around them.

And those who adhered most closely to his teachings, who saw with an eager eye and shaped with calloused hands, upon their forms expiring joined him in his grand workshop, a place of towering spires and great bastions, there to hone and seek perfection, not for practicality as they one had, but for perfection and elegance."

The leader of my pantheon is a dude called Alas, who initially shaped all the worlds in the setting in pursuit of perfection, to the extent that he neglected his wife, who reflected his radiance.
Eventually she grew petty and stabbed him, but then took pity on him as she realised he was a slave to his purpose, an architect always seeking perfection.
She healed him as best she could, but he was already crippled, and from his spilled blood she created what all his creations had lacked: sentience.
She then set him to orbit his most prized creation, Eardt, and his radiance warmed the previously cold world.
I really really like this idea

This is sort of like west african vodun and how I've structured halfling religion in my setting if you're interested in looking into something similar
>west african vodun

Just looked it up. I like it, my original concept was Chinese Myth of the Divine Bureaucracy and Vodun here shares similar elements. But I need to come up with an original name for it. Using 'Vodun' as the name wholesale while probably get called 'cultural appropriation' by a certain select group of whiners.
Not a god but more of a collective pantheon. A lot of their followers argue who is the best of the Gods of Rock, be it Paige, Iommi, Hendrix, Maynard, Cash, Jack or others.

They empower their followers to new heights of music. And their chosen can even play electric guitars despite not having amplifiers or any source of electricity.

Some whisper of darker, hated gods or Rock, but the Cult of Dio was purged years ago...
Vodun is where we get the word vodou/voodoo from, as the religion hobbled it's way to the Caribbean and whitey (and probably the slaves too) completely misunderstood what it was about
I'd worship her.
The only real god in the traditional sense would be the Jade Emperor, who tirelessly records everything that should happen in the universe in his great book, making it so. It's time consuming work of course, so he let's part of his power flow down to the world to allow smaller deities to form, to handle the nitty gritty of the lands below.
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Keledwen, feline goddess of the moon, proud beasts, and patron of noble subterfuge. She smiles on those who use do good using cunning and craft rather than "DEUS VULT!" and rushing headlong in plate armor.
Considering that the last time I played it was probably several years ago, I can see how I forgot a few memes
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Well, the moon can be seen as an interloper into the realm of the Greatest One (the sun), a being who through effort and guile became equal to the Greatest One or an Outsider who matches the Greatest One. Anti-moon, pro-moon and neutral-moon options.

As for what the moon does, it could tie into why people don't notice the whole 'destroyed each night and recreated each morning' thing; the Moon sustains their physical forms though it forces them to rest their bodies to lessen the strain on its powers and draws the mind of sleeping men into the Lunar Realm, wherein all dreams are made and bestowed onto men to hide the truth, illuminate lies and other dreamy-moony shit.

Regarding the phases of the moon, you could say that the moon tries to match the Sun's brilliant power, forcing its powers to grow (waxing) until it illuminates the night sky as brightly as the sun (full) but it is not the Sun so such exertions cause it to weaken (waning) until it vanishes fully from the night sky to rest and regain its powers (new).

The Moon could be viewed by the same shamans and wizards as the zenith of magic, as they could believe that one of their own managed to ascend to the heavens with the might of stolen magic and unrelenting guile. Hell, the stars could be seen as lesser mages who ascended to the heavens post mortem.

The moon could also be associated with trickery, guile, ambition, magic, resistance, rebellion, madness, heresy and so on.

Hope that helps dude! MOOOOOOON!!!!
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Eshu the Swamp Dragon

A former Elven God of Decay, Death, and Rebirth who fell from Heaven after the Elves turned to necromancy and went lich, robbing him of his proper course towards the recreation of the God of Birth. He crashed into a mountain, creating a large crater that eventually filled to become a lake. He takes the appearance of a giant, six-legged crocodile with a large gash.

Thrashing in pain from his wound, he began to inadvertadly corrupt local life. Anything which drank from water infected by his blood would begin to hear his maddening cries in their head, driving them into a bloodlust.

He now spends his time wandering through an ever expanding, putrid swamp of his own making. The races he's infected fight a constant religious war against each other to earn, in their crazed minds, his favor.

Out of all the Gods in setting, he's currently the weakest and only one that can actually be killed. Prior to his fall, he was the third member of the Trio of Life, representing death, the final stage of life. He's trapped in the mortal realm until the final Elven lich dies for good, allowing the cycle to begin again.

While understandably regarded as evil, Eshu is in reality, a just God driven to rage by a festering wound and grief over the corruption of his Elven children.
His name is bob. He became a god by some divine accident. He is the God of misplaced good fortune
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There once was a time when the two greatest powers in the universe were united. Then came woman and in their hate to protect her from the evils of the world, the mega powers came to blows. One would rise up to be proclaimed King while the other would be exposed as a hot-dogger and grand-stander and a liiiiarr, YEAH! And that gets me HOT, OOoooh Yeeeaaaah, it gets me to the BOILING POINT! DIG IT!
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Troll gods are few and far between since the titans failed against the usurping of the new gods.

Still, they serve a purpose to these rebels yet - their legendary fecundity often springs forth huge swamplands that teem with new life for the gods to control and distort.
Whist. God of silence, lost things, forgotten memories.
He's a very minor god, but not a local one. Almost everyone knows about him but there's no real reason to show worship and devotion.
People do believe, however, that he comforts people in isolation, helps them find little things they misplaced, and remember conversations with old friends. There are little one-sentence prayers that people can offer him when this happens.
Trath'al-un-A'nung, The Morning Sun That Vanquishes The Terrible Night

Trath'al-un-A'nung was once a mortal man serving the armies of his homeworld through right of conscription. Every soldier was conscripted in this manner, serving a mandatory sentence in return for a fiefdom of land.

In his mortal guise, he fought many battles and became known for his ruthlessness in battle, leading armies of bare-fisted monks whose brutality was only matched by their cunning. He became known as one who was said to channel sunlight and vanquish the undead, originally nothing more than rumor and speculation.

All that changed with the last battle of Trath'al-un-A'nung, the battle of Orsea Pass, where his name fell into legend. After losing several men, Trath'al-un-A'nung dove into battle himself, and in his fury and rage he slaughtered the whole of the enemy army with his bare hands before succumbing to his wounds several days later, sounding his war horn to alert his compatriots in the homeland of his demise.

His name fell into use among both his people and their foes as the name of a God of War and Wrath, giving him divine power from beyond the grave. The numerous invocations of his divine will were like sorcery fueled by the latent gestalt psychic field of his homeworld, empowering his followers--or anyone who invoked his name--with the power to channel sunlight much like the original legends and rumors and wield it as a weapon.

Over time, the name would be corrupted and easier known as "Trathalga", though the legend behind it was no less honored by its believers thousands of years later.
Fuck yeah! PRAISE LACE!
Wocht. A martial god that represents self sacrifice. Worshipped by an order of mercenary-monks, his path teaches that salvation is found in risking ones life in the defence of others.
(Stolen from the SoS Tattered Realms setting)

Sartur, the God of Blood

Once the nemesis-diety of a northern pagan pantheon, with the collapse of the pagan civilization and the rise of southern religions, many embittered northmen turned to the worship of Sartur, fearful that their old gods had been slain in the war in heaven that reflected their defeats in the mortal realm.

Sartur is said to dwell deep within the earth, and to control the flow of life to various regions in the form of blood. Lands grow rich and plentiful because of the blood that pulses there through channels deep in the earth, manifesting itself as plants, animals and rich soil. Lands grow barren and scarce because the blood that used to flow there has been staunched, redirected, or stolen by mortals.

The Sarturi believe that the reason their northern homelands are so poor and infertile is that the southern peoples, with their enormous cities, great throngs of humanity and huge herds of beasts have stolen all of the blood, hoarded it in their own lands, and jealously declined to share it with their neighbors. Sartur's demand is simple: The blood must be seized and returned to the soil, so that all may prosper.

The Sarturi religion centers around raiding into wealthy lands with the express purpose of killing as many people and animals as possible to equalize the flow of blood. Sarturi's chosen servants create life wherever they step, causing flowers and grass to grow in in their footsteps, so long as they have spilled blood recently. Their battlefields are marked by fields of colorful flowers hiding mountains of corpses.

>we Blood Communists now. Seize the means of respiration!
this is rad as hell
Upateh is an eldritch entity who speaks in incomprehensible tongues, seer of all and master of the more esoteric magic arts.
In actuality, its just me putting an excuse to put memes and internet speak into the setting.
>it used to be infinite and covered the entire sky, but over time shrunk until it was no more than a speck due to shamans and wizardly types trying to steal its [s]lucky charms[/s] power for themselves

This destroyed the magic-using former lizardman civilization when the world got too chilly for cold blooded creatures like them. If wizards keep at their present rate, only the frost giants will survive.
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Copypasta'd from some old campaign notes of mine,

>Vantas, God of Overwhelming Victory and Opposition

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Portfolio: War, crabs, battle, strategy
Domains: Chaos, Destruction, Strength, War
Holy symbol: A crab claw, crushing a spear
Favored Weapon: Crab Claw (Scythe)

Appearing as a crab of enormous size, Vantas is a god that loves a good fight. Leading his followers into a never-ending battle on his home plane, it is said that this deity has never had his fill of battle until each and every one of his opponents lie dead. In fact, it is sometimes said that the Crab has betrayed allies for an extra taste of fighting on the field; but his Good followers often say this is propaganda of his opposite, The God/dess of Peace (Insert your deity here). Vantas likes a complete and utter victory of a battle more so than the means to achieve it.

Vantas holds special esteem for victories that end in complete dominion or destruction of the opponent, especially if that battle doesn't require a single finger to be lifted. If there is a way to get to what you want and a creative means to do so, then by all means the Crab wants to see it.
I have a god that started out as a mortal smith. His smithwork became so legendary that he had to move to a volcano to continue his work in peace, but he ended up being commissioned by the god of protection instead. After completing a god's armor, he threw himself in to the volcano and ascended to the pantheon on his own.
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>you will never get to play or run an Elona campaign
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Azambar, God of Misinformation.

He intercepts special extraplanar signals gods, demons, spirits and powerful beings use to communicate and twists their meaning.

Sometimes it's a silly joke, sometimes a malicious lie that starts cataclysmic wars.
Thank God(s)
Playing with real life pantheons is objectively better than any alternative desu
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>That revelation where the nations of Irva are actually all modern nation states more or less, and it's only Palmia that's a medieval shithole

I haven't quite fluffed him out, but I created a god named Dronimus Prime. He's the Lawful Neutral god of the Modrons. In my campaign, they will be made of crystal with carved filigree and won't be lawful stupid like the original modrons.

Dronimus Prime operates on one main principle: Good engineering is by reason and not rule.

So, is he in fact a modron like the rest of them? By averting lawful stupid, you mean that they'll be able to clearly describe the rules that they're using when they're about to do an action?
>how I've structured halfling religion in my setting
Tell us more about that.
>he is
>she is fiercer
I think someone's read Digger the wombat.
>Bloodborne's Great Ones
Azrial, Farmer of the Devil’s Crop.

Azrial was a simple farmer who tended to his farm for most of his days. One day, when Azrial began getting old, an angel visited him and tasked him with the job of growing a crop for the gods. The challenge was that the seeds he would sew would only be able to grow in light, but not during the day. Azrial planted the field of seeds but for nearly a year they didn’t grow. Then it dawned on him.

One night, all night, Azrial walked the field carrying a torch that shed light on the seeds as we walked past. He did this over and over and the crops began to sprout. Azrial never shared what he was doing with anyone, so he was seen as strange...sleeping during the day and walking through a field all night.

A devil visited Azrial and convinced him that he was in fact, an angel. The devil told Azrial that the crops had to be watered with a mixture that was 3 parts water and 1 part human blood. Azrial did as he was commanded and began kidnapping travellers, tying them to trees and draining their blood every day until they died. Eventually the crops grew, but angels were angered that they were given a poisoned crop! The gods cursed Azrial and he know walks farm fields with a torch every night...

He is seen as a deity by some farmers and people who travel during the night. Those who practice dark, poison magic will also pray to him.
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> Rymera, Goddess of proportion
>be atop mountain range
>it's sunset
>look to the east, everything is just ceasing to exist
>freak out
There are tales of a pantheon of gods with no names, only titles. Collectively, they are the Watchers Between Stars. They are massive, armored giants with powers that dwarf that of a common man. Those that we know of, those that we pray to are the Hooded One and his band of brothers.

Their leader is the Hooded One, a powerful and mysterious war god with a crackling blade and wings of flame. The Hooded One is a god of stoicism, strategy and noble sacrifice. He teaches leadership, bravery and selflessness. His devotees train night and day, always hooded, with their two handed swords to ensure that they have the strength to fight any enemy.

At the Hooded One's right hand is the Onyx Flame, a fearsome giant with a hand of fire and a burning hatred for those that would prey on the weak. He is the god of righteous hatred, purifying flame and justice. He teaches humility, loyalty and friendship. His devotees are marked by the red paint that covers their eyes and they serve their community to ensure that all have a light to guide their way.

The most savage of the band is the Young Wolf, a berserker with snarling fangs and howling axes. He is a god of war, song and merrymaking. He teaches unyielding viciousness towards enemies and veneration towards lost friends. His devotees weild dual axes and are known to be the jolliest of friends and most eager of fighters.
The Red Watcher is a mysterious god. He hides himself under his helm and behind his knowledge. He is the god of wisdom, machinery and invention. He teaches the ways of making the weapons of war and the impermanence of flesh. His devotees are the greatest weaponsmiths and inventors, all hiding their faces under the mask of their order.

The Great Enemy is unknown, foreign and alien. We know that in the time before gods the Enemy held us in thrall. We know that the Enemy wore the flesh of men and spoke to foul beings. Those beings are the Dark Ones, the Duskwalkers, the Flesh Takers and the Teeth from Beyond. Those, and the Great Enemy, are out there beyond the sky. Were it not for the Watchers, we would all perish.
>God is far away, physically, at the center of the universe
>It's not that they don't want to answer prayers, it's that they kept making so much stuff they had to push it farther away on their work table that is the universe
>It takes time for the prayers to reach the god, so the newer worlds still get quite a few miracles, as they're still nearby and within a cosmically short distance.
>As a world ages and gets farther away, less miracles are granted, and fall into myth
>This is why they seem so ridiculous and only happen early in a planet's civilizations history.
M-O-O-N, that spells Necromancy
I wonder, if then people who stay up all night and sleep during the day are the wizards and shamans? That'd put a nice twist on things.
Mistress of Miscellany, Goddess of Everything Not Covered By Other Gods.

Totally does not have a secret cult devoted to killing off other religions to increase her power.
Let me know if you want anything else, man.
>Fetishes and objects of power include
>Bread ties
>That extra, short weird extension cord that only sometimes comes in handy on christmas
>socks that lost their pair
>everything in the junk drawer
Lady of Coffins
LN lesser death deity who is worshiped as a comforting benign god, just an inevitability of life, her followers tend to dislike anyone who lives on average longer than humans as they can't really understand just how quickly death takes them.
I've never played Bloodborne, but I guess there's nothing new under the sun.
I'd give a sermon on her mound.
Mite be neat heck bags under the eyes could be seen as signs of dishonest people or something
my god the most powerful god in the world!
>The King
>Whilst not a deity, he is revered as one by most of the country
>900 years ago, the land where the country is was ruled by a race descended from the creator gods
>They ruled over the humans, until one day, a young man was visited by some fairies
>Following them to their spring, he found a sword that glowed yellow
>When attacked by one of his masters, he and a few allies decided to break free. With his new sword, he saw it easily cut down the demigods
>Escaping, word spread of a swordsman who could kill their masters
>A resistance was formed, with The Kings sword acting as a sign of hope to humanity. As such, it was dubbed Polaris.
>Even without his blade, the humans began to claim victory after attuning themselves with Magic and advancing their tech faster than the demigods
>The king of the Demigods fell, with one close friend of the Human King formulating a plan
>Using some of the Kings flesh carved with Polaris and one of the traitors of the Demigods, they sealed the defeated species under their holy mountain
>The King then built his capital over the city, eventually being buried above the seal holding the Demigods down
>Before he was buried, him and his mage friend formulated a plan
>Using the blood of his son, he managed to store his soul in his sons body, inert until the day his country is at risk
>The Kings soul rests, quietly observing the world through his male descendants eyes.
>His current host is the young Prince Edward, a cowardly child
>The demigods are being roused by a cult, using a bastardised version of the seal the royals use to pass the Kings soul around to make their sacrifices become possessed by the demigods
>The princes older sister is plotting to steal the spirit of the king from her brother, partially to save him from what she sees as a doomed life, but also because she wants to be able to use Polaris to its fullest potential and be the cool hero she's heard tales of

>Guy becomes godking, his soul rests in shotas
man, I still maintain this comic is in oglaf's top 5.
Amon Oll god of the hunt and his warden Roriel Master of the hunt.
AO is one of the sons of "mother nature" (i don't have a name for her yet).
hunters tradition is to pray to the god of the hunt to bless their hunt and AO enjoys watching a good hunt. Roriel is his warden watching over AO's forest
>everything in the junk drawer
Pratchett already did a god like this
>The minor goddess of Things That Stick in Drawers, Anoia is praised by rattling a drawer and crying "How can it close on the damned thing but not open with it? Who bought this? Do we ever use it?" As she says, sooner or later every curse is a prayer. She also eats corkscrews and is responsible for Things Down The Backs of Sofas, and is considering moving into stuck zips. She is not part of the number of gods praised at the Temple of Small Gods, but instead has a freelance priestess who also serves for various other minor deities.
You are unbelievably stupid.

Sounds a bit King Arthur desu anon
You asked for stupid, you got it

>Khaine the forgotten god
>once was a mortal artificer in the time when gods and mortals frequently mingled
>created war machines with his brother
>When nearly finished with their magnum opus, brother destroys it because of a guilty conscience
>Khaine flies into a fit of rage, kills brother
>mopes for a few years, keeps his brother's skull as a grim reminder
>Two assholes show up, promise they can bring his brother back
>They party up: Melek, Lilith, and Khaine (totally not almsvi)
>gain power from artifacts of the nephilim and the first ones
>Take over the biggest city on the continent with might and mind magic
> Melek and Lilith FMA brotherhood the city, turning the three into gods
>Even as an immortal Khaine finds he cannot bring back his brother
>leaves and wanders the world for centuries, leaves artifacts wherever he goes
>eventually finds his way onto one of the moons (don't ask, probably some astral projection bullshit)
> finds a machine under the surface, powered by the corpse of one of the creator gods
>Machine is the world clock, maintains the time stream
>he knows he can bring back his brother by turning the clock back
>he uses it, but fate plays out the same way
>eventually, just maintains the clock to let time move foreward
>Ultimately goes mad from isolation, sees the clock as his brother
>basically forgotten except by his compatriots and a few scholars

>Lilith and Melek (now known as Lucifer) name the moon he's on after him, no one knows the signifigance
The crown of a kingdom. It works in a manner similar to SCP-1510, temporarily superseding the wearer's personality with that of the King. The crown and King's mind it contains have been the ruler of the kingdom for as long as the kingdom has existed. The position of 'rightful king' is considered to be possessed by anyone actively wearing the crown.

Depending on the King's personality, this could mean anything from the crown only being worn by volunteers when the King was needed to it not telling anyone its properties and promoting backstabbing among its underlings so that whenever its present host grew weak enough, a stronger one would replace it and be bodyjacked.
Long story short, they accidentally themselves, and now only three demigods are left out of 28, no Gods left out of 14, and the survivors are holding things together with their teeth.

The Young King

Patron-god of slaves, fire, fraternity, liberty, emancipation and the violent struggle against oppression. He is popular in nations where slavery is prevalent, or lands with large populations of escaped slaves or exiles.

While his passion, empathy and earnest desire to help the oppressed nets him a lot of followers in the lower classes, he is seen as hot-headed and too unstable to be by his compatriots. Especially those that would prefer to maintain the status quo or be more subtle in their interactions with mortals.

The Young King prefers his followers to battle evil when and where he encounters them, rather than bide their time for a window of opportunity that might do a lot more good in the long run. Followers of him are regarded as the Court of the Young King. However by its nature it is rarely motionless or stable enough to establish a a strict hierarchy.

The greatest sin in his eyes is to treat a fellow sentient creature as a 'thing', not a person.
The second greatest sin is to stand idly by as others do so.
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Appearance to disciples varies according to species, but all see the Young King as a naked male writhed in flames. Burning slave brands, and flaming cuts that attempt to cross them out, constantly form on their skin.

He extols his follower to action, never satisfied when there is still work to be done. In his eyes, saving one slave does not allow you to stand by and watch another dragged by in chains.


>His only wish is to see slavery abolished so he no has need to exist.
>An ancient benevolent being of light
>posts the leader of the dark giants that destroyed everything around them
Pantheon composed almost entirely of goddesses.
A single male god.
God of luck.
>all the goddesses are 100% lesbian
>god of (bad) luck

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