>/tg/, do my work for me
No

>>43894302
I've got all the pantheons I need, this is just supposed to be a fun little game like /tg/ designs a setting...

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>>43894252
Taj yr Akna

God of time, truth, and stars. Name is derived from a now dead contextual language, simultaneously means both "Line without End" and "Line without Beginning". A solitary philosopher monk of unknown background attained enlightenment and ascended to godhood, his followers attempt to replicate his understanding of reality but none have succeeded. He is complete understanding of reality and as such his touch his anathema to mortals, so he lacks any direct prophets. If he were to show even the barest hint of his awareness to a human mind, they would almost certainly die instantly. Has very few direct followers, they live monastically in the hidden places of the world. Has been known to gift them magical artefacts from throughout time.

Rarely has avatars in the mortal world, preferring a lighter touch.

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>>43895223
Shit wrong image. I meant to post this one. Ignore weird creatures and the factory in the background.

>>43894302
"Let's have some fun doing some communal worldbuilding."
>No, because even if I were to enjoy such activities, the chance that I may be able to effortlessly help someone displeases me greatly.
>I also am disgusted enough to make a post.

I'm not too good at actually coming up with the names, personalities, and whatnot, but I'm interested in the philosophy behind it all. Do races/civilisations/groups/whatever have a patron deity, or is worship decided by which one is most relevant to that person's life at the time? Are temples dedicated to a specific deity, or to the pantheon as a whole?

I'm a fan of great pantheons with a few 'top' gods, and then numerous lesser ones of specific aspects. A bit like the Greek/Roman pantheon, I suppose, except there's no definitive Zeus/Jupiter. You'd tend to be loyal to one deity, since constantly changing your creed doesn't put you in that god's eyes too highly, especially since the top gods have a much wider, more general aspect to govern.

I also like the idea of elemental gods, but for some reason I really dislike each god having the archetypical personality of the element. Why should the fire god be easily-angered? Why should the earth god be serious? Spice it up a little for once!

>>43894252
Madis, the god of uneaten food.

Whenever there is an amount of food that you take your eyes off of, he eats it. He doesn't even do it out of pleasure, it's just because he's a dick.
That's why sometimes, when you could've sworn you had some food, it seems to have up and disappeared.

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Sromye is the principle of organized knowledge. Its purviews mainly concern calendars, architecture, and the interpretation of dreams.

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Out of interest, is this going to turn into writing lore for the Angelarium pics?

>Tispakal
The god of dust, fate, and coincidence. He tends not to act overtly, as his spheres of influence dictate, but tends to reward loyal followers in unexpected manners. He keeps out of the business of other deities, but readily answers mortals' prayers, albeit without too much detail. He does have a slight sense of humour, and so sometimes agitates events a bit when his name is invoked where he had no impact.

His more orthodox followers treat almost every scenario as a Sign, and so have a reputation for being very superstitious. This is, of course, not entirely unfounded since scholars have long tried to decode any rules by which Tispakal acts, leading to many unproven theories that are followed 'just in case'.

Since dust is the smallest constituent which something can be made out of, it is said that he acts through this medium alone. It is not uncommon for shrines to him to be kept draughtless in order to let dust settle. These then have intricate geometric patterns drawn on them as a form of artwork, or as a focus of meditation.

>Nimhe
The god of poison, corruption, and twisted impurity.

A long time ago, while the world still glowed with the power of the god's creation, a mistake was made.
It is not known who was at fault, but one of the gods took all the world's venoms and sins and collected them into a jar. In this jar they stewed, until the same god who created the jar dropped it.

From the puddle of filth a powerful being rose. Large and hulking, the ponderous being worked it's horrible inborn magics to poison the god, and took off into the raw world.
The beast, known by the gods as Nimhe, wandered the lush world, acting like a child in a playground. It twisted animals and plants with vile toxins, creating all manner of monsters. Sometimes, it would have the fancy topoison the world itself, killing everything around him.

It was not until a troupe of righteous angels had tracked him down and battled him would it be stopped, and he was brought forth in front of the gods. A debate raged long on what to do with the abomination. Some gods thought that it should be killed so it's influence could no longer spread, while some beleived that it would be unjust to kill a creature who had not the chance to learn goodness.

Eventually, an agreement was formed. Nimhe would be allowed to join the pantheon to rule and govern the scars he put on the mortal world, and to rule over his monsters and chemicals. In return, he would provide the fledgling mortals with the arts of medicines and alchemy, teaching them to manipulate some of the vile substances he created.

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>>43895290
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>>43895802
These three seem like they'd often be worshipped by similar people or at the same time.

Also I'd like to add something about Taj yr Akna, he exists extra-chronologically. No one can be certain when he ascended, because upon ascension he became 4 dimensional and disseminated throughout history.

So theoretically, the being who becomes Taj yr Akna may not yet be born, or it could have been born long ago. None can truly be certain, but it now exists throughout history.

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>>43894252
Mah yis Rah

A form, aspect or interpretation of Myrea worshiped by the Storm Eye Cult of the south-west.
This interpretation is thought to combine aspects of Myrea with the indigenous goddess of law. As such, Mah yis Rah was associated with not only warfare but military authority and victory.
Mah yis Rah (along with Tispakal, Taj yr Akna and Kankat Utu) was seen as a god-ancestor to humanity by the Storm Eye Cult.

As opposed to orthodox Myrea worshipers, the Storm Eye religion insisted that Mah yis Rah was born a goddess as worship of ascended mortals was deemed heretical in their culture.

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The great Foe, the mostly nameless god of deer and labyrinths.
It is by his hand and influence that great dungeons and labyrinths are created, and filled with traps monsters. Although he is worshiped by some madmen, evidence of answered prayers is unheard of.
At rare times, he is said to descend in a physical form into the labyrinths that dot the world, wreaking havoc upon the explorers he encounters.

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Pah Enki Ratos

God of strength, judgement, wild beasts, and masculinity. and At the uncivilized fringes near the the eastern archipelagos, worship of Pah Enki Ratos as primary patron of war eclipses that of Myrea, as the island barbarians view war and battle as an expression of true animalistic nature. The Ten-Scars clan hold that he was once a great beast that took the form of a man to return to them the wisdom of wild nature. His most loyal shamans and priests extol the virtues of instinct, savagery, and raw strength, saying that those who follow his teachings will be granted the power of monstrous beasts in the next world, and that the frailty of man is punishment for forgetting his true self

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Red En Rev

God of Death in it's most choatic and base form. Stalks the surface as a collosal semi-humanoid creature killing indescriminatly, but is always banished by a lone champion.

Thanks for the great work!

Well how does it all fit together? We have a motley crew here.

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Viddrick, sometimes called The Merchant in Black, is the god of Vengeance and Sacrifice. Those that worship him will pair great offerings with prayers asking him to punish those who have wronged them (often for rather petty grievances). Being a petty and opportunistic god, he often accepts these requests and responds in a manner befitting the offering that was given. For this reason, pubic worship of him is frowned upon, if not outright banned in most civilized societies.

Furthermore, it is said that he scours the world, looking for those who have been consumed by a need for revenge. Supposedly, he appears before them as a man in black attire, and offers them the power to exact their revenge, for a price.

Oddly enough, in some far off countries, he is worshiped as a god of good fortune. This is usually only done by desperate traders who believe that hard work and ample offerings will earn them divine favor.

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Creature time!
Most mythilogical creatures are real in a sense they need a human body (like pic related) so you have things like centaurs and minotaurs that sntach up humans and use them as both food and energy. But they can't get rid of the human body once there done and end up having to lug it around so if you see like a dragon made up of loads of human bodies you can tell that it's not only old but experienced and also how many lives it's taken

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The Grandolians are a race of giants standing over 3 meters tall and posses incredible strength and durability, and while they live long lives have a very low birth rate so they cherish their young. Simple creatures of strong will and low intelligence, they live in small close knit clans conisitng of no more than 3-5 family groups. Most of these clans have lands up in the farthest rejons of the volcanic wastes to the north.
While lacking in great intelligence they are drawn to seek out knowledge and collect many great tomes simplly beacuse they enjoy possesing such works. Much to the annoyance of scholars Grandolians can amass great hordes of liturature in their caves and forts, over the cource of hundreds of years.
Grandolian youths often depart on quests to obtain such works, traveling far to find the greatest scholars and steal their writings.
They worship gods of wisodom and knowledge and have been known to make sacrifices in the form of those who come to take from their hordes.
It has been therorized the Grandolians where orginally created to be the gardians of great libiraies as their simple minds would not be tempted by the power that such knowledge would grant.

>>43895414
Now THIS is a good trickster god.

>>43895373
Pantheons are typically a reflection of a world view.

What worldview doesn't have an aspect of "Best" that would have gods?

>>43894252
Based on the ones I've read, at least the ones with pretty pictures, I'm assuming OPs civilization these Gods are for have a history of getting trucking wrecked by foreigners.

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Conqueror Worms are titanic creatures somewhat associated with Myrea. They have a natural sense for conflict, and are attracted to sites of great battles to feed on the dead and dying. It is not the bodies that they feed on, but the unfulfilled potentials contained in those who's lives are cut short by war. They serve an important purpose by culling these severed threads that would otherwise tangle up the workings of destiny

>>43902191
Those a fucking interesting piece of lore.

>>43902189
What makes you say that?

>>43902319
>War Goddess Associated with sadness and loss
>Strength God associated with barbarism and foreigners
>Making use of dust and stressing patience to worship God of "I hope nothing bad happens"
>God ancestors don't talk to us no mo

>>43902448
Hm, yeah that is an interesting way to look at it.

We have interesting stuff going on here, but we don't have any over arching thing that ties them together and we're kinda missing some of the major "god" archetypes. Like, who's the god of gods? Kinda seems like this guy >>43895223 but he also doesn't have very many followers.

>>43902512
Which honestly I call bullshit on. How are you held up as someone who has "Obtained Enlightenment" and become an all powerful god to the point it's an apparent fact you can't even look at him without being wiped out by his glory and his followers are just a handful of guys going "Yeah he be cool I guess"

>>43902512
Yeah. We need a few more gods to fill out the pantheon, need to figure out how all these guys relate to each other and their people, and maybe figure out the people themselves.

>>43902512
>Like, who's the god of gods?
None.

Reality is too unstable to have any single entity represent its entirety.

Perhaps, they go ever upward in power. No matter how powerful you become, there are an infinite number more powerful.

>>43902596
I mean, it doesn't actually say whether or not he's all powerful. In fact, he may have the least "power" of any god. He's aware of everything and whatnot, but he can't interact with the world in any meaningful way. At least compared to the other gods. Hence why he has a really small following. Most people care about getting stuff, only small groups of dedicated people would want to spend their entire life living in a monestary praying to a barely there god for the chance, the chance, for just knowledge. The god can't even speak to you or else you'd die, so you have to go off the one or two times his avatar has showed up and the fact that sometimes you find a mystic scroll from the future in your courtyard.

That's a pretty shitty god to follow. Especially if all the other gods have more active hands in their followers lives.

>>43902512
I don't really think we need a god of gods, particularly considering how disparate and kind of at odds the guys we have already are. Maybe we determine their relationships/hierarchy, and go from there?

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Boffs. Think soot sprites but because of increased levels of pollution depending on if you have industrialization or not they run the gambit from house pests like mice, to feral dogs, all the way up to something that might jeopardize a city. Vague whether or not the are malevolent, servants of something or if they are just otherly beings similar to an elemental.

>>43902769
Well that makes it seem like at least one civilization has achieved industrialization.

>>43902864
Well that would depend on if your setting had it. Or if this is a unified setting then it would something to sit on until the civilizations advanced on their own over time. and Then use it.

>>43896324
>>Nimhe
>The god of poison, corruption, and twisted impurity.
But what's the secret of Nimhe?

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Gomul Hausa

God of fertility, renewel, decay, survival, and protection (especially of mothers and children). A god representing life's ability to survive and thrive nearly anywhere, under any circumstances. Gomul grants his blessings upon any effort to propagate life in any form. He favors the crop and the blight, the sickness and the survivor. He commands that his supplicants go forth and multiply, and help those around them do the same. Planting crops, raising animals, hosting parasites or diseases, having children: all of these are sacred in his sight. Spontaneous births or blooms are considered great miracles of Gomul, and things born of them are often blessed with great powers of life and death.

>>43899643
>that pic
good taste

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Xumahreliel is the god of Sadomasochism, pain and imprisonment. A god which relates deeply with mortal emotions and is often known as the god of "Tough Love" by many of her followers.

Probably Chaotic Neutral.

>>43902887
I was under the impression this was supposed to be kind of a unified setting, as informed by it's gods and monsters.

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The world has an inexplicably large population of cats.

They can't breed, but instead their corpses dissipate upon death, the same cat coalescing from mist within a kilometer of their dying place roughly a week later. This occurs a total of nine times during a cat's "lifetime", after which the cat "dies" for real, and a small kitten appears instead the next week. The kitten has none of its predecessors memories, but will feel an uncommon kinship with any being that the predecessor had a good relationship with prior to its death.

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Ovhys

Followers maintain there is only one consistent tenant. "You can do whatever you like and its always going to be beautiful because you are wonderful and you have to believe that".

Shepard to the insane and guide to the lost. Supposedly provides boons of clarity to creative people and people suffering from insanity, acts as a muse to altruist and deviant alike.

All of these gods seem like awful people

There's an old saying that goes "be wary of falling swords". It comes from The story of Borkas, a farmer's son who had dreams of grandeur. He would spend his days dreaming of glory and battle and finer things in life, never content with his place in life. One day, a spirit came to him in one of his many day dreams, promising power and riches. When he awoke, he found a sword plunged in the ground in front of him, seemingly fallen from the heavens. Taking up the sword, he left that day in search of the promises spoken to him. He was found dead, hanging from a tree with that very sword plunged into him by a friend of the family not even a day later.

>>43903569
The saying is used when dealing with promises too good to be true.
"Remember Trac, beware of falling swords"

>>43903565
All the Good gods left when they realized how edgy /tg/ was making this setting.

Sason: The Sad God, The Lonely One.

Sason began life as a man, and lived a tiring life of hardship and sorrow. His days as a mortal were cold and harsh. He was born malformed, his hands and face mangled and strange.

Sason made what he could of life and helped other sad people like him how he could, or if they allowed him. He died suddenly when he was wrongfully accused of a crime and was stoned to death.

Myrea and Taj yr Akna took pity upon him and shepherded his tired old soul to a place just beyond Myrea's realm. There he acts as advisor and aide to Myrea. He has very little power, but uses what he has to bring fortune to the malformed, and to shepherd the unlucky to better days.

Not many know of Sason, and as such very few ever pray to him. Those that do know him respect him for the good he does despite his wretched past.

>Zalkum
The God of turmoil, chaos, tsunami, strong winds and storms, wildfires, and sinkholes.

Zalkum is a destructive deity, always ready to destroy. Taking the form of an overweight man in an extravagant robe, his long hair slightly obscuring his melting and oozing face, he crushes what others create both for amusement and so new things can be built in it's place.
However, he is also wily, and sought to expand his power.
To do this, he organized a grand gambling game among the gods. Whoever could create a beast that could find and kill the most well guarded mortal king in the world could take an aspect from any other God.

Only four gods answered, and they were the nymphs of the elements. Not yet god, yet it mortal, they each held one or two aspects in the world.

The fire nymph created a great flaming bull who crashed through the city walls, but died when it began to rain.
The water nymph created a powerful fish man who stalked the sewers, but it died from the toxic sludge.
The earth nymph created a worm that would burrow it's way to the king, but it died after it's tunnels cause a floor to collapse onto it.
The air nymph created a giant hawk to snatch away the king, but his royal archers said it.
Zalkum created a tiny insect, who flew into the king' s room at night and poisoned him, and so he won the challenge.

In his victory, he took each nymph's aspect weakening them into pathetic spirits.
The earth nymph became the dust devil, the fire nymph became the fire whirl, the water nymph became the sea eddie, and the air nymph become the wind that stirs leaves.

Whenever you see them, leave a small offering to help soothe their suffering.

>This setting, the tl;dr version
>All the gods are assholes
>All the races are either assholes or monsters
>The world itself probably hates you
>There are immortal respawning kittens running around in this hellhole.

>Ong
The God of dreams, nightmares, creativity, and strange things.

Ong is a strange God, capricious and eccentric.
They take the form of a swirling mist of extravagant colors, a living rainbow flowing through air. When need be, Ong can coalesce his form into any body he wishes, whether a real thing or something born of their own mind.
Created from the first fancy, an odd event where one of the gods first thought of something implausible, Ing was birthed from that first creative spark, and sought to spread that feeling to the other beings of the world.

It used it's power to create a land called The Thought, where it connects ever mind into a gestalt land of wonder. Ong explores this realm, cavorting among the fantasies of the sleeping mortals, sometimes adding his own touches to their dreams.

However, Ong is not just a being of joy, he also embodies fear. Wherever there is potential, there is the potential for horrible things.
Deep under The Thought is a deep, dark realm known as Flotsam. Flotsam is the land of nightmares, where twisted beings haunt the dreams of those unfortunate enough to come across them. Ong created this land because their mental wanderlust can lead to dark places, and Ong enjoys preying upon the fears of those who harbor weakness in their soul.

Angharad the Stayed Hand, God of Mercy, Justice, Regret, and Hindsight

Angharad is worshipped across the land by peasants and warriors alike. She is the god of mercy, and many beseech her to stave their bitter ends. Those masses oft don't know the shrouded work her clerics and knights carry out in her name. Believing the ultimate punishment is to understand your own wrongdoing, and that no pain brought by man or god can ever compare to the mental agony one can put themselves through, those holy soldiers seek out criminals and wrongdoers throughout society to steward them back to their chapels. Rapists, murderers, defamers, and torturers alike are dragged bound and gagged to the inner sanctums of Angharad. There they are rendered their judgement. Magically forced to experience the pain they put others through, often multiplied for greater effect, they are usually left depressed shells of people, fit only to serve as custodians for the church or other civil institutions.

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Sohai, God of Wine, Fellowship, Travel, Performance, Humor and Longevity

Sohai, often depicted as an older man, is notorious for his cheerful demeanor, uncanny acts of word or motion and his love of wine, feasts and merrymaking. Often acting as a generous host to the other Gods when he is not roaming, great feasts are set as stories are traded, song and wine enjoyed in the company of those who would partake. While he does not actively engage in combat, his deceptive motions should not be taken lightly as a stumbling fall can rapidly turn into an axe kick while a lone platter becomes a mighty weapon.

Worship could come from the humble farmer, providing tribute to a planned feast for his community. Bards, Monks and Rogues alike finding the simplicity of comradery and deceptive grace in tongue or step. Clerics of Sohai frequently act as healers and the Alchemists who worship him find new ways to brew the blessed Wine. While rare, Paladins of Sohai focus on Loyalty and selfless acts for the betterment of their charges.

Marik

The God of Forbidden Knowledge, things that should never be known to mortals. The one you avoid.

Once upon a time, in a time long sense forgotten, Marik served as the God of Knowledge, learning, and teaching. How ever his lust to learn and expand his library became corrupt over time and eventually, fell into madness and he began to uncover the darker secrets of the universe.

As time passed, he began to share these secrets with his followers, and before long, his Church had gone from a place or higher learning and education, to one of madness and ruin.

Today, followers of Marik are few and far between. You would only ever find them if you purposely sought them out.

>>43904501
>Sohai
>cheerful demeanor
>uncanny acts of word or motion
>loves to drink and eat
more like So High, am i right?

>>43904501
No, you're doing it all wrong.

We're trying to make this the shittiest and least likable pantheon of gods since the Aztecs

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Barak Tuth, the god of imprisonment, torture and tyranny.

Once the leader of the army that tried to conquer Myrea's homeland, this wretched creature has joined the gods by completing a macabre ritual involving every from child sacrifice to necrophilia.

He is said to help those trying to do evil, especially the nobility.

>>43905754
I still think it's worth thinking about what sort of culture worships such pricks.

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The Laughing God

Legends speak of a human, who transcended the Heaven itself to save people he loved. He saved them, but was doomed to live eternally, because there wan no one powerfull enough to finally destroy him, even amongst other gods.
Now he wonders throughout the existence, laughing eternally.

He may help those who interest him for no real reason, and may also doom them to unlife of eternal suffering.

He often takes form of a laughing human male, who eats fruit salad constantly.

Adin, the craftman

God of artisans, enchanters and pawnbrokers.

Often pictured as a jolly small bearded man, he is the patron of the creators of mundane and magic objects. He often appears in the world, as a humble pawnbroker buying; exchanging and selling miscellaneous crafts.

We already did this and it was kind of Awesome.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/33915461/

Alina: The Sacred Lady of Fog

A minor goddess worshiped by sailors and seafaring people. Said to have control over mist, fog and hidden things.

It is said she blocks the unpleasant truths from sight, and shields her believers from the unknown. Sailing into foggy areas requires a small prair as to "request permission" to move forth into her domain.

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>>43907364
Also, this image fits her.

>>43903313
>>43895802

Followers of Tispakal and Ovhys have waged a constant war for centuries due one Ohysian servant burning down the library of Emres during prehistory.

This unnamed war has created many stories about both sides, but other than these myths the war is unknown for greater civilisation. "Oh, that war is still going on?" is most frequent comment if its current state is told to anyone.

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>Xizamere Xix Zirel
The God of paper, writing and pet cats. His sphere is with the scribes and historians, and to those who wish to write must bless their ink in his name if they wish it to survive the weathers of time. He also is the patron of cats and other felines, his pet tiger Limal being his comfort when writing long, drawn out poems and boring histories.

He's a minor god all things considered, but among academics he's revered as the first novelist, historian, and for teaching men how to write. It's believed that he gifted writing on man when an ancient king intervened to save Xiz's pet tiger from being sold on the meat market. For this act of selflessness, Xiz gifted this king and his kingdom the knowledge of words and writing, leading his ancient kingdom to a golden age of knowledge and prosperity.

Xiz himself dresses in noble regalia, wielding a quill and skull of blood red ink used to dip the pen in when writing. His gigantic pet is usually at his side, purring loudly as the scribe works restlessly on his next magnum opus

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Cindylla, the goddess of homemaking, warmth, cooking and patron of housewifes.

Cindylla is always depicted as a chubby woman with a gleeful smile on her face. She is both the wife and daughter of Sohai. Her mother was an unknown mortal woman. She is one of the most commonly worshiped gods, since many housewives pray to her to help them with daily chores, make their dishes taste better and keep their homes warm. Her childeren are the Mourmelines, invisible and often cheeky spirits that help people around the house when they're sleeping, but often mischievously pull innocent pranks on those they help, such as replacing or hiding objects, making the food too spicy and hide stains in clothing, in such a way they'll only be seen by someone other than the wearer.

>>43903271
>>43908394

Regions worshiping Xizame forbid killing of Cats as they are truly blessed:
It has been said that cats are the offspring of Limal - pools of creativity waiting for Xizame to find them.

>>43901105
Holy shit, Red En Rev reversed and without spaces is verneder, which is to humiliate in dutch. Is this intentional?

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>>43906737
Moluck Tuth is a demigod son of Barak Tuth. His mother is rumored to be a wild beast, some even go as far as saying Barak Tuth raped Limal. He leads armies of vagabonds and mercenaries to wreak havoc upon innocents, but has mysteriously disappeared years ago. His sword is made out of pure flame.

>>43894252
Goddamn that picture is stunning

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>>43908466
Pic of a Mourmeline

>>43908663
Anon, haha. Where did you worshiped this one?

>>43908663
Lori is the avatar of Ban'ana expressed when a priest mantles the gods personality, expressing himself as a middle aged man with a heavy Brooklyn accent. The followers of the cult of Ban'ana see mantling Lori as the highest form of worship one can have of Ban'ana.

The cult is small but influential in certain sects of the nobility. Particularly among the military, Ban'ana is the component god to the triumvirate of "Gain-Ze", which include the Zyzz, the god of aesthetics, and Sqatsnoats, the god of nutrition and good health.

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Nadir the Jailer is the one who's tasked with keeping all these crazy, genocidal divines from wrecking the world too much, and charged with reversing the damage done on any given day through too much divine influence.

No one knows where Nadir comes from. It's known that following Nimhe's creation he fell from the sky as a titanic, armor-clad warrior, offering to help the angels battle the God of Corruption He personally defeated Nimhe in combat but at the cost of his form being grossly mutated. He now is part of the pantheon, known as the Jailer for his role as guardian of the underworld, where he keeps watch over his charges as well as sending out his Flesh hounds to track down any lurking horrors.

He's a bitter deity, quick to anger and as stubborn as an Ox. He has a peculiar love for human company though, as evidence whenever he's visited by one, he sets up a big banquet to greet his guests, these events are one of the few times he is content and happy. Unfortunately these events are rare given his hideous appearance, which scares off most mortals.

His worship is rare, as few know he even exists, but offerings of meat to his hounds are the most common way that he's called upon for aid in communities beset upon by unnatural threats.

>>43908958
>>43908520
A crazed hermit by the name of Barithus lives on the top of mount Viluvian. If asked, he'll recite his journey to the Underworld to beseech Nadir for aid in combating a tribe of Minotaurs lead by Moluck that was attacking his mountain village. Nadir not only stopped the tribe, he sent his hounds to wipe out all the beasts in the Viluvian Mountains and captured their leader, and Moluck was last seen strung up upon the Rack of Absolution.

If what he says is true, he would be one of the few mortals to survive the journey back from the underworld.

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A primordial entity that is not quite like a god, this being has not true name, nor true form. Often referred to as "The True Judge" by scholars, this being enforces justice and order, but in ways a mortal can never fully understand. Rarely will the Judge appear in its full presence, instead sending scions of itself around the world, to deal with injustice from a warlord who murders innocents, to a child who steals a sweet. The Judge is the source of guilt, regret and grief, and almost never directly enforces its strange and terrifying codes. Only when something threatens the stability of the world, will it manifest itself in reality.

There have been very few known instances of The True Judge manifesting, having been at least centuries since the last known instance, but it can be inferred by the accounts of those who lived at the time, as whenever it enters our world, every man, woman and child feels intense guilt over even the smallest of small acts of injustice. Something as simple as stealing a loaf of bread years previously apparently lead to weeks of nightmares, depression and traveling for miles in search of someone to apologize to. What the actual manifestation was doing, we cannot know, but we do have an idea where it was, as every single person within a hundred miles was discovered to have gone insane, and those who had committed more serious crimes appear to have died from shock.

While The True Judge itself is relatively unknown to most, many its various scions are known an often mistaken as gods by commoners. While the total number may be in the thousands, if not more, there are about 100 named scions, including several well known "minor gods" such as Phalix the Kind, Melto who Purges, and Drave, the executioner.

>>43908958

Nadir the Jailer is really unappreciated, but he appears in MANY stories:

>>43903699
Cities who have witnessed Zalkums wrath seldom receive visit of Nadir soon afterwards. Sometimes Nadir tries even prevent Zalkums destructive elements and fights against him with his Flesh Hounds.

>>43903130
>>43906737
Xumahreliel nor Barak Tuth are not liked by Nadir, and he often releases human prisoners, especially when wrongly imprisoned.

>>43908520
A rumour says Moluck Tuth is currently imprisoned by Nadir and his Father is plotting to free him.

>>43907364
Alina, the goddess of Fog and Nadir seem to be fond of each other, but mortals do not know about exact details due limited knowledge about the two gods.

>>43909322
>>43904181
Angharad is often considered either a son, emanation, powerful scion or apprentice of the True Judge by the clergy, whilst the populace regards them as different gods altogether

Sritta the Maiden is a goddess of the seasons, especially spring and autumn, and children, but also revolution and upheaval. She is nearly split between two fundamental parts of herself: a god of innocence anew and one of shattered hopes. When the farmer tills the land or the rebel raises his banner, when a mother whelps or the new year turns, Sritta is there to bring in the new and remove the old. Her nature of despising the static and the status quo is forever locked in time, self-contradicting. When she found out just how her sister kept her the same safe little girl, she hated what her sister did so much that she became a goddess of murdered ideals and change. Sritta charges into battle with a fevered madness Myrea lacks hoping to die and allow her domains to be taken up by someone else. A child fighting on the battlefield is often given her blessing, no matter the reason for its presence.

Ysell the Crone is a goddess of the seasons, especially summer and winter, and of ignorance, but values only loyalty. Whether that is loyalty to your family, loyalty to your birthplace, loyalty to your lord, loyalty to a cause, or loyalty to your own principles, so long as you believe in something constant and unchanging, Ysell will understand. She herself did horrible things to preserve the unchanging mortal innocence of her sister, and does not regret anything despite her sister's opposition to her. She only regrets that her sister found out, regrets that enough that she became a goddess of faithful constancy. So long as things stay the same, she did not need to see her sister changing. Ysell blesses those who ignore any shifting circumstances to their own detriment and those she feels would be disloyal otherwise. To receive a blessing from Ysell is to be marked a potential traitor, even though there are other reasons to receive one.

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Hordun the Fat is the god of sleep, hibernation and keeps. Compared to the other gods, he is often found in the physical world. In the harshest winters, one can find this slumbering giants carelessly sleeping in the wilderness, often in a small cavern or under a great tree. If you manage to wake him up, it is said he will guide you to his keep, where you can feast on venison and stuff your pockets with gold.

>>43909322
Century ago, some - clearly heretical - northern theologians stated that Myrea herself is constantly going trough a punishment of The True Judge.

Followers of Myrea slaughtered them all, but grieved this greatly (as they usually do) and therefore built great monument to bury their burnt corpses. Thus the Omsian Mausoleum was created.

>>43909322
>>43909452

Unlike Angharad, The Jailer is hypothesized to be a creation of the True Judge, and is in fact not divine at all, rather a powerful titan that can still be killed, sent to the world to judge those beings that can't feel guilt or remorse. This would explain why he feels a brotherly connection with mortals compared to the other deities.

He was once asked this by Marik out of curiosity. A wide eyed Jailer then began to speak in an alien tongue, words of power that were forbidden for him to utter. The noise burst Mariks ear drums and he reeled away in pain.

Among the followers of Marik, this story is told as a warning, that there is still some knowledge is best left unknown, lest it tear them apart.

>>43909543
>>43904501
Once Sohai ended up in the keep of Hordun the Fat.

No words could ever describe The Feast Of the Keep what happened. Only that is known that Cindylla forbid Sohai from ever going on there again, so great the mess and hangover was.

Ever since, if Sohai bumps into Hordun in their travels, there will be A Party. However, both lament that it is just a poor shadow of the Feast Of the Keep.

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>>43903699
Arimue, goddess of creation, creativity and art.

Often also referred to by the title "Zalkum's only creation", the nature of Arimue's 'birth' is highly disputed among various clergy, but her followers maintain the simplistic approach that she was indeed created by the god of chaos and destruction, but each individual can imagine how or why he created her themselves.

She rarely interacts with her followers or the world directly, choosing to remain secluded in her realm, constantly bringing to life a masterpiece after another, cherishing the act of creation for the sake of creating.
However, there have been 5 notable periods in history where Arimue entered the world, each one marked with the cultural upheaval of an entire generation of the world, each generation affected by it showing enormous leaps in creativity and art when compared to the generation before them.

She has also been attributed to Zalkum's few and short appearances in the world, often pleading with her father to stay with her forever. What happens in Arimue's realm when both gods of such primordial power and nature dwell there together remains unknown as of yet.

>>43903001
>>43909509

Sritta the Maiden and Ysell the Crone are often said to be daughters of Gomul Hausa.

Who their mother was? They just sprung from Gomul during the Early Years of the World, when everything was young and Gomul was strong.

>>43909743
In other areas of the world, where Gomul Hausa's competitors are worshipped, Sritta and Ysell were mortal orphaned girls. Or were the same girl, deluding herself to believe she had a sister either to protect or look up to, depending on which role she was playing, until she realized she had neither.

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The Dwerves were created by the combined powers of Adin, Hordun and Pah Enki Ratos. They were molded from the petrified stumps of long-dead trees. They are extremely strong, quadrupedal humanoids often characterized by their beards and muscular bodies. They are very strong and smarter than they might initially look, but they are largely incapable of speech and often roam the cold woods and mountains of the close north, killing and robbing everything they see.

>The End Myth:
It is said that when tears of Myrea run dry the World will end: For when the Goddess of sorrow has had enough and stops caring, she will destroy the World and battle the Gods to find out who is most powerful of them all.

>>43907179
Only the Laughing God survives the following carnage, only to continue his mad laughter.

Tyroniqus of Dark Complexions is the god of city thieves.

>>43909876
Dalrar the Marvelous is the god of bandits, outlaws and rogues.

Both him and Tyroniqus are thought to have been originally mortals hailing from northern lands. Noways they despise eachother.

>>43909567
Damn this is good.

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>>43909876
He is the brother of Madis, and they are often worshiped together: Madis for the innocent little thefts, and Tyroniqus for the big jobs. Tyroniqus is often accompanied by his pet Fido, which looks somewhat like a greyhound. He usually wears metal armour and red robes

>>43909924
Dalrar is often thought of as the one that helped building up the armies of Moluck Tuth everytime they had been defeated, deserted or imprisoned by the Jailer

>>43909876
>>43909924

He's described as chromatic, his skin displaying various shades of dark purples, blues and greens. It's through this feature that he's able to sneak about undetected in the dark, his skin blending in to hide him from plain sight. He sprouts two horns and his eyes are empty sockets.

His formal name is Zaka'Tyroniqus, Zaka meaning "master" or "lord". He has a fondness for wine, which they call "grape drink" in the northlands. He's one of the few gods whose followers oppose him, as he will take all the loot for himself if not stopped.

He's worshiped only one day a year, known as the Mad Dash. On this day, the thieves of the city Tyroniqus appears in compete with him to gather more loot than he can. If they beat him, they gain a boon of his in the form of an artifact or mutation. If they lose, a curse is placed upon them for a year, rendering all their thieving efforts to inevitably be failures.

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Sirach the Overthrown. Patron god of overthrown monarchs, betrayed leaders, and executed tyrants. Whether good or evil, from heads of families supplanted by their sons to beheaded Emperors on the wrong side of a revolution, He Who Has Been Laid Low accepts the prayers of every leader who has fallen from their seat of power.

It is said that once he was first among the divine, head of the pantheon, but for reasons lost to time the gods rebelled and chained him in a place hidden to gods and mortals. Earthquakes are said to be his labors as he struggles against his chains, and legends tell that for every overthrown monarch who regains their former position, one of his many chains break.

The gods live in fear that one day the last link in his last chain will shatter, and he will return to the home of immortals to claim his rightful seat at the head of the table.

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>>43899643
The Northern twins are two demigods birthed from the short relation between Pah Enki Ratos and a wild bear. Gurnhildr, the humanoid female, fights with an incredibly heavy sword, rumored to be created by Red En Rev himself. Gurnbrand, the humaniod bear, fights with his sharpened claws. They often fight with and against small tribes in the north, but they never leave eachother's side. Their worship is rarely seen in more civilized parts of the world, but worshiping them is commonplace in the barbaric Northern lands.

>>43909857
The prophecy of Myrea's carnage has spawned numerous other prophecies predicting the other gods' involvement in the world's destruction and speculations, and in some cases questions from their prophets, on their thoughts about an apocalypse.
Sohai and Hordun are both thought to regret the eventual death and destruction; Barak and Moluck Thuths are said to look forward to it; Xizamere is indifferent to it, having quoted the ability of his prized creatures as the reason for his calm; The Laughing God simply laughed at the question; Ong hopes not to participate; and most notably Zalkum was remarkably unemotional about it, saying he didn't need to worry, giving rise to speculations as to Arimue's true purpose.

Holy shit, OP here. I left the thread after responding to the first reply, thinking all of /tg/ thought like him, but just saw this on the front page and really, I'm amazed with what you all thought up. Wonderful works, and it's really starting to come together.

Ballan Sur

God of Death, God of Balance, Keeper of the Underworld, Watcher in the ever dark. The first and the last spark of creation.

True Neutral

Ballan Sur origonally has no true form, nor no true name. His existance came into being with the first breath to ever be drawn, to take it back as exhaulation. For the age of gods where no mortals lived, he existed as a formless metamorphic shadow, and was unseen.

Upon the first death of a god, an unknown being whos name is lost to time, he took their body for his own, and from its bones he ripped the skin and muscle, drainned the blood, cut the hair, organs and nails. These he used to forge the creation of the underworld, the resting place of the dead, before their eventual reincatnation. The only entity to never been reincarnated being the god whose physical form he claimed.

Thus his worshipers follow:
Life is meaningless without death as the counterpart. Joy without sorrow, fear without courage. Balance is required to give context and meaning.

>>43909857
Taj yr Akna, being outside of time, has already seen the end. He laments his inability to warn anyway of it's true circumstances, but is largely indifferent to it as a whole. Beyond the cold void of space, the stars are eternal and without the cloud of linear perception to distort their view of events.

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>>43910139
His only angel, who often travels the surface world, is called Jimazazel, sometimes cheekily referred to as "Grim Jim" by skeptics. He is only visible when one is aware of his presence, but otherwise remains unseen. He usually rides atop a female virgin, whose face is covered by a bloody cloth. He himself is covered in black ropes, and none have ever seen his face. Why he travels the surface remains unclear, but he is seen observing the deaths of people, often staring for hours as their souls leaves their bodies

>>43910260
*robes, not ropes. Silly me

>>43910092
No problem, mate

>>43910260
>>43910139

There is a perculiar situation, whereby a champion or hero cheats death.

Clasically this is from divine intervention, and sometimes rarely the mortals use of power (magical, ki, faith, etc). This changes the balance, but does not, despite apperances. break it.

As such individuals will be followed by a specter or soul collected by Grim Jim until they come time to die again, as the simple minded soul desires to complete its task. Should the individual cheat death again, another specter will start to follow them.

In this way, Death walks alongside all heros.

When the individual eventually dies, the spirits fight over who is to take the soul to the underworld. As such, some heros can cheat death yet again while they are occupied, and such individuals become marked as blessed of Ballan Sur. Anathema to the undead and beings of unbalance, causing such things to flee lest they be dragged to the world of the dead.

As for the spirits who fought over the heros soul, they either become akin to servants (shamans) or fuse into a spiritual stone.
Such stones hold immense value in the magical realm.

Some sects of shaman have managed to abuse this occurance with artificial death to gain their powers, and to make pacts with Ballan Sur to fight against the restless dead.

>>43910139
>>43909322
Nice, it seems we have a few tiers of gods forming.

>Primordial Beings
>True gods
>Ascended gods
>Demi-gods

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>>43910046
She Who Seeks is the principal agent of Sirach, and some say it might even be his own daughter trying to locate the prison that can never be found. When fallen kings cry out for vengeance and freedom from their dark captivity, it is she who hears her father's whisper of their plight.

She is no judge of who is a beneficent ruler, or who is a tyrant deserving of his fate. She merely obeys the winds that carry the whispers of Sirach, directing her to the prisons that hold those whom he command she set free.

She is a principal enemy of Nadir, Barak Tuth, and Xumahreliel. She wages an endless war against them and their minions both out of spite, and to hopefully discover information that might lead to the location of Sirach's prison.

>>43909509
Seasons used to last until some god decided they wanted a change of pace or fulfilled a mortal prayer for a change. It was only with the existence of Sritta and Ysell that the seasons began to change and overturn themselves in a consistent and reliable way free from interference by just anyone.

Sritta actively encourages war and despoiling during her seasons, as armies mobilize or settle down. Bloodied and salted fields grow best under a new regime.

Ysell forces armies to stop during winter, but cannot let their loyalty go unrewarded during summer, giving the best campaign season (except when Sritta throws a tantrum and causes a storm).

>>43910405
forgot to add
>demigod tier

>>43910395
I think Primordial Beings would be the equivilent to the titans in greek mythology, usually giving birth or creating the True Gods.
They then breed with mortals to produce demi-gods who can eventually obtain accension to become ascended gods.

No known demi-god of the primordials have ever been recorded.
I imagine they are where allot of monsters come from.

Whoever the worlds greatest hero is, instead of never existing is actually responsible for more then they are credited for but the sheer amount they've done has made it impossible for even half to be recorded.

>>43910448
The primordials would also be somehow linked directly to a fundamental of reality or the world, such as The Judge representing cosmic justice, Zalkum representing the elements and chaos itself, Tispakal being fate itself, etc.
The no-demigods thing would make sense, as how is a mortal supposed to fuck a principle of the cosmos?

>>43910501
It would probably be more the principle condensing themselves down to fuck the mortal i guess. They are anthromorphic representations, it would not be to far to assume they can love and laugh, or get lonely.

>>43910046
Different scholars and priests have attributed Sirachs fall to Queen Myrea (or Mah yis Rah), the strong Pah Enki Ratos, destructive Zalkum, his daughter Arimue, Nadir the Jailer or The True Judge itself.

Nor is known who keeps his imprisoment in check:
Is it the sadistic Xumahreliel? Are the Gods so cruel?
The even darker Barak Tuth (could he be trusted with the Overthrown?)
Nadir the Jailer (his name would imply it)?
The True Judge itself holding a lesser being imprisoned?
Ballan Sur as Keeper of Underworld would be understandable.
Do the Gods of Imprisoment take turns?
Or worse: have the Gods merely left him to rot in some distant land, wrapped in chains?
Who Knows?

However, all agree that it was Sirach who judged Nimhe.

There's no mortal whose legacy is more celebrated than Machandus Rakada, also known the king of kings and the First emperor of Viluvia.

It's believed he was lovechild of Pah Enki Ratos and a Viluvian widow. Viluvia is a mountainous region that separates the Eastern Fringes from the North. This divine heritage would

His story begins at age 20, when he was conscripted to fight for his duke against an invading Storm Eye army. Surrounded by enemy army, his unit destroyed, Machanus fought ferociously and reportedly slew hundreds of enemies before being grievously wounded by an arrow. The battle seemed hopeless until a Conqueror Worm appeared from the ground, devouring his attackers before swallowing Machanus whole.

He should have died within the bowels of that worm, but Machanus fought. He tore at the worms organs with all his strength, ripping himself up from the brink of death out of the worms side using otherworldly strength.

The worm, stunned by this, attempted to burrow underground, but Machanus grabbed the worms exposed motor nerve and tugged, causing the worm to cry out in pain. After a couple of hours of fighting, Machanus had broken the beast.

Returning to the now finished battle, the Storm Eye had been victorious, slaughtering the Viluvians to the last man. Then, a terrified cry rang out as the worm set upon them. The chaos was brief but effective, an the army was all but routed.

Then the carnage stopped, the worm halted and let a figure climb down its back. Bloodied but alive, his gaze filled the enemy general with terror. He bowed to Machanus, proclaiming him the avatar of Myrea, chosen by fate to rule, and pledged his loyalty to him, a man whose country he had been sent to subjugate that very same morning.

Machandus would go on to unify all of Viluvia and beyond, establishing the first Human empire. Many stories of his mighty deeds exist, and in Viluvia he still maintains a personality cult and is designated a potion in the Pantheon.

>>43910525
>>43910501
Or they could possibly be shards of the divine. Broken off pieces of consciousness, forming their own independence, but somehow tied to their progenitors in some way. It depends on who is writing the demigod really.

>>43910598
Or maybe that could be how true gods are believed to be formed, with that being what is generally considered the creation of a god by a Primordial

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Mizimil Ikisith, or Mimi for short, is the god of stealth, deception and pranks. He is the patron god of spies. He is the child of Tyroniqus and Alina, and praying to him will ensure your sounds to be muffled, your lies to be convincing and branches moved just away from where you wanted to step.

He is worshiped by spies, thieves, people trying to escape or infiltrate places and people trying to stay hidden. Rather than regular worship, a single prayer is more common.

With the help of his mother, he has created the three maids of mist: Glee, Joy and Mirth. These maids of mist travel the world and pull pranks on unsuspecting people, but also console those that are sad and defend abused or bullied children. Even though they're neither god, primordial nor demigod, worship of them still takes place, usually by little children who have been aided by the maids when they were younger, and have remained thankful and loyal.

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>>43910647
Here we see mirth, one of the three maids of mist

>>43910050
>>43908520
The Northern twins are on a quest to kill Moluck Tuth, as a priestess of Sromye prophesied that his flaming sword will be the Bane of Cities.

Their quest is hindered by Molucks imprisonments by Nadir the Jailer: The Twins are afraid to enter Underworld to seek their prey.

>>43910501
Theres also the distinction of:
Are Primordials linked to just the fundementals of reality, or are they also interwoven with concepts and ideals?

E.g. Justice is a set of ideals, but is not required for reality to be there.


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Ballan Sur's realm of the underworld is surprisingly simular to the mortal world in many regards, at least to a basic level, but with the colours muted and the sound dulled. People and souls who wander the paths in this realm all eventually come, or are drawn, to the keepers of life.

Primordial spirits created at the time of the first mortals by Ballan, they resemble human women, ghostly white and tall. They are three in number, and are the patrons of witches everywhere. The Beautiful Maiden, The Old Crone and The Loving Mother.

It is these three who immerse each soul into the cauldron of remaking (made from the stomach and heart of Ballan Surs shell) for their soul to be cleansed of their previous lifes memorys, and their form destabalized, so that they can move on and be reformed in the next life.

When the soul exits the cauldron they move to The Gateway and randomly fall to the mortal realm as new lives.

Witches revear the ending of life (the cauldron and the soul) and the start of life, and as such are present when no other gods preists come to claim the new borns or the newly dead for their rites. They are there to help the balance, and are giften with knowledge beyond the ken of normal mortals to make the choices that must be made.

Particularly notable individuals may be given a gift by the Keepers of Life to carry on into their next life, and the truely great, may be met by the god of death in person.

He does so love to have company at times.

>>43910559
I like it!

>>43910448
Wait, so all Ascended gods started out as demi-gods? That runs counter to a few of the Ascended gods already here.

Namely Taj yr Akna and kinda Myrea but I guess retcons are a thing.

>>43910735
the way I understood it from that post was that primordials create true gods, which can create demigods.
The Demigods can achieve full godhood and become ascended gods; and at the same time particularly powerful mortals can ascend to immortality and godhood.

this would not interfere with anything established so far.

>>43910752
Alright makes sense. Demi-gods just have a bit of an easier time with it I suppose.

>>43910757
the inherent divinity does make the jump between demi-god to ascended a bit shorter than the jump between mortal to ascended god, so yeah.
It could explain the minor gods, with them having been demi-gods who ascended to their own godhoods.

>>43910583
Machandus Rakada was greatest of all Mortals, that is true.

Machandus Rakada created the Viluvian Empire, that is true.

Machandus Rakada could not teach his sons to command the Conqueror Worms, that is true.

Without the Worms, His sons could not hold the Empire together, that is sadly true.

Thus began the Viluvian Madness, that is true.

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>A, the patron god.

A is first a letter, then a word, then the world, and then a god. A's name varies, but it is always simply the first letter of the alphabet in question, or the first recorded character of a language.

The thing is, it is completely lost to history as to whether A is a name for the world or the God who created it. Perhaps it was He who created the first Gods. Perhaps He is nonexistent, dead, lost, or simply lying in wait for some unknown event. In any event, the concept of A is no longer relevant to most modern religious doctrines, and has been forgotten by seemingly all but the most erudite.

He has never answered a prayer before, but His small group of followers has existed since time immemorial, always following the wordless gestures and writings of its leader, The Masked Man.

On the fate of necromancers and liches:

Those who would cheat death in its entierty fight a futile battle. Eventually their great works are undone, their armys shattered, enchantments unmade and mortal shell cast from the world of man.

But what about the soul? Such a spirit, twisted by the energys of the undead is claimed personally by the lord of the underworld's angel,
Grim Jim. Carried the Ballan Sur's workshop, their essence is taken apart and added to his Great Staff of Bone. Whereby it is purified and eventually addad back into the stream of souls as a truely pure soul, something exceedingly rare, and in their next life are often of great value to the gods and practicers of magic.
This is the fate of necromancers.
For to fear death and to run from it, is natural.

Liches fair far worse. Their crimes and twisted nature taking aeons to undo. Their bones are which make up the Great Staff Of Bone, taken from the world to contain their energies where no mortal may use them again.
The souls are purified, but the bones and their imbuned power remain. Ballan Sur using his divine will, twists it to his own purposes and adds it to his own power.

As such, every time a lich is killed, Ballan Sur becomes a little more powerful, and true undeath is further from the grasp of those who would upset the balance.

>>43910752
Guy who made The True Judge here. What I was going for was something that is more a force than a person. The idea is that whatever it is, it is beyond understanding.

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>>43910583
Records from the time period paint Machandus as a rather colorful figure.

He had 33 wives and 126 concubines, siring 83 children and an untold number of bastards.

This was rather unique, as Viluvian culture had traditionally been extremely strict laws that practically enforced monogamy between a man and a woman. Regardless, Machandus is seen as special case, for no one mortal woman could ever be enough for such a larger than life man.

The worm he rode into battle would be his life long companion. Named Bandar, viluvian for "Friend" (as well as the nickname Reden Shag, or "Death Penis" among Machandus' troops). Machandus loved the worm, so much so he named 3 cities after him which still exist today, and his palace was adorned with mosaics of him riding the Conqueror Worm to victory.

Machandus is used as a folk hero in Viluvian stories. He's depicted as a hero who defeated Red En Rev, he's said to have defeated Moluck Tuth numerous times in combat, he's credited with visiting the Underworld and to meet Nadir, and is even found drinking Sohai under the table. No historical evidence points to him having done these things but the Viluvians don't particularly care.

>>43910825
More please

Azeel, god of simple pleasures, enlightment and fulfillment.

Basically a giant space dragon who chills around all fucking day, has scales made of amber, and basically represents the aspect of humanity surrounding happiness, joy and shit. Basically a giant hipster stoner space dragon. I'm shit at explaining but just imagine his temple as a bunch of shaolin monks with stoner voices, and instead of doing wuxiu kung fu shit, they're trying to make really good fucking cookies to satisfy the strongest of munchies, sitting on the floor, trying to paint something that looks cool, making music about good feels, or anything else that isn't overindulged to the point of ignoring other aspects of life, so basically any addiction, and it doesn't harm people. Literally the god of magical realm hippy stoners

I probably explained this horribly, but actually isn't as bad as this explanation probably is.

>>43910935
>giant hippy dragon whose worshippers are too high to be evil

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Erch'Anea-Bai is something considered a primordial entity. She is abstract, and often depicted as a mixture of colours, shapes and lights. She is called the mother of pleasure and happiness, and most of the clergy know of her existence, but her worship is currently nonexistent.

The merry gods like Sohai, Hordun and Adin are often thought to have sprung from the mind of Erch'Anea-Bai, yet none of these gods have ever confirmed this rumor.

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Wastes of chaotic energies

The result of the vortex bomb falling on Taj yr Akna's head. The Laughing God wanted to see what would happen if an existence-erasing bomb would drop on a god time and stars. The result wasn't pretty, once bluming area was transformed into a waste of dreadful energies, cities were turned to ash, death and warp overtook once alive valleys and lakes. Only mad cultists and mutants live there now.

But hey, Taj yr Akna survived, and The Laughing God had his laugh.

>>43910876
Bandar lived longer than Machandus Rakada, and was last seen burrowing down after the Funeral Cave of Rakada was sealed.

Its distinctively spiky body was seen numerous times afterwards (Particularly during the crazy years of Viluvian Madness).
Recently Moluck Tuth has boasted having killed the beast, as revenge for his embarrassing defeats in the hands of Rakada.

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>>43910935
Azeel is considered to be a pet of Sohai, but the truth is more intricate. Nevertheless, they are good friends, often sharing blunts together.

>>43910978
This is unlikely as Moluck hasn't been seen for years, and is assumed to be locked up in the Underworld.

According to the Laughing God, it's more likely, the Demigod attempted to kill the worm but chickened right before facing the beast.

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The monks and sages of Taj yr Akna live Spartan and stoic lives in their lonely monasteries. Driven from civilization by followers of the more orthodox gods or seeking solitude to clear their minds, their homes are often far out of the way. Whether they are found perched dizzyingly on high peaks and cliff faces or nestled in the bottoms of canyons and caves, they are always austere and unadorned. The monks are a quiet, but not dour, folk who live simply and spend their time reading history, science, and philosophy, hoping that one day they may achieve even a fraction of their god's understanding. They are often disparaged by followers of other gods, talked down to or labelled as misguided, for Taj yr Akna cannot and likely would not treat with them. He has no prophets, and rarely does he appear as an avatar.

Like a distant father though, he is not without occasional displays of appreciation to his devotees. He will often leave artefacts, objects out of time and space, for his followers to pour over and learn from. Because of this, many a clever man has tried to seek out these monasteries, to try to scry some future or past incident they can use for their own gain. Kings, entrepreneurs, and even the faithful of other religions come to see these time lost objects. One more than one occasion an invention has been made because of something in the vaults of monks. This paradoxical loop is frequently to the chagrin of historians and philosophers outside of the monasteries, but the devotees wave them away claiming it is simply beyond the human ability to understand.

The monks are shockingly small for an organized religion, a result of the lack of power it grants. Few of Taj yr Akna's devotees have magical ability, and none have been granted it by him. Even the monks theoretical end goal, the ascension, imparts no greater power. Simply a wider scope to view reality from. For them though this is enough, and they continue their quiet lonely lives.

>>43911048
For some reason, whenever I'm trying to imagine anything in this whole thread, there's a guy eating fruit salad and laughing in the background. I hate but also love this character.

>>43911071
Others see the Monks (and their relics) themselves part of the extra-chronological Taj yr Akna, as He is spread across the Time itself.

There is more worshipers of the Monks than the Monks themselves. Religion is still rather small, as other mortals see all this mess as either confusing or stupid.

>>43910934
As you wish.

"The Thousand year Middnight March"

There is an event, rare upon rare, that happens once in a millenia.
The Middnight March is utterly holy in the eyes of those who worship the god of death, and probably the only hope of salvation for those who are eternally cursed.
For it is the one time whereby vampires, ghouls, banshees, spirits and undead can pray to the god of death for salvation, where life unending can be ended, unlife turned to life, and true sins washed away. It is also the one time that past lives can be revisited, and parted souls allowed to meet again for a breif moment.

The Middnight March always occurs on the full moon on the longest night of the year upon which it falls, and begins with the congregation of the worshipers at holy sites near the begining of streams and water ways. These people then march the length of said waterway for a time, until they come across a great body of water of some description. Upon which a candle in a small paper boat is sent out upon the water.

Each candle acts as a gateway for a single spirit, and allows them access to the world of the living for a short time, to talk with those who set the candle out.

After the candles have gone out, all who are not priests or worshipers leave, and the damned congregate at the waterside alongside the preists and witches.

The rituals and magic used here is unknown outside of the clergy of the god of death, and all attempts to access it have resulted in terrible events occuring to those who try. But what little is known is that the Keepers of Life visit the world of the living, to judge the cursed and the damned, taking those who'se time it is to truely die, despite any curse or affliction. This is the duty of The Crone.
The Mother takes those who are to live again and breathes true life into them, in a sense becoming their mother.
The Maiden takes the damned not undead. Ghouls and the like, and restores their innocence, returning them to normal mortality.

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>>43910050

Southern scholars draw the line between barbarians and the civilized Viluvias by which offspring of Pah Enki Ratos is worshiped more:
the heroic Machandus Rakada the Viluvi or the bestial The Northern twins

>>43911152
After this, dawn comes.

And it is now that people can see the lives they have lived before. Sometimes, this comes with great gifts as abilities and talents lost with death are granted as blessings to the now living.

To see their last life requires a simple ritual utulizing their own blood to draw a circle and the required runes, and is quite popular among the poor and downtrodden.

After these 24 hours (starting at noon and ending at noon) are up, the underworld and realm of the living move away from each other again. It will be another thousand years before the next march, and to gain the blessing of the god of death outside of this time frame requires deeds in the magnitude of those performed by great heros.

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>>43911138
Many critics mention that the monks themselves would be a lot more popular if not for their convoluted and overly detailed descriptions of the cosmological interactions and ramifications of their faith. Most smallfolk are simply too uneducated to understand the majority of what they have to say and so regard it as entirely jibberish. This ends with the monks themselves being regarded often as crazy people and Taj yr Akna as a god of fools. The worshippers of the monks are generally only slightly more understanding, but have some concept of the gravitas of the subject and so begin to misguidedly worship the monks themselves.

The monks refuse to "degenerate" their explanations, as it would largely go against the teachings they subscribe to. One must be able to understand everything to attain enlightenment, to the smallest minutiae. As such, they expect a basic level of education to even enter their way of life.

The God Himself is largely apathetic to his tiny following, he's content to let things be as they be in the current chronology. Perhaps in the future he will take more action, or perhaps he did long in the past.

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>>43911200
Oh wow, this is really nice

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Aerath is the protector of the groves. Most think he's the child of Gomul Hausa and something mortal, but none are entirely sure. He takes the form of a great creature, with an equine lower body and the torso and head of a humanoid creature. His great axe is rumored to be imbued with the soul of all those who desecrate nature. Poachers, hunters and druids often pray to him, whilst lumberjacks and masons should fear for their life in the case they lay their eyes upon his godly form

Many say that praying to Aerath grants bountiful hunts, as long as one does not empty the forests in which he dwells.

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>>43910559
>The Cult of Prisoners

There are many nights where the dawn breaks over the walls of of some forsaken Bastille, walls painted red in places from the blood of inmates and guards. The strange essence of the scene is that it does not look as if the prison was laid siege to from the outside, but as if the guards were overpowered from inside the walls they patrol.

Many who owe their escape to "She Who Seeks" curry the favor of their savior-mistress (and the favor of He whom she serves), mainly by looking for clarity in whom she seeks to give sweet freedom. Many cultists even voluntarily allow themselves to be captured and interred themselves, so that they may be the man or woman on the inside, ready to act when the moment presents itself.

There are few who have laid eyes on her as she stalks the crooked, labyrinthine hallways; slaying those that stand guard over the judged and accused. Reports tell of her flowing white dress, that banishes the dark that seeks to enshroud and erase those locked away; of the many keys that hang from a strip of cloth tied around her waist. These keys can open any door, unlock any cage. Her hands stained red as her eyes constantly fretting over which key is which, for she has so many she can scarcely remember which one is the correct one.

For her prisoners and fugitives throw themselves at better armed guards. Though she needs no help in her wrath, she saves those she can. To her, nothing is worse than to be forgotten in a cage.

War over nothing

A cataclysmic war during the era of metal. A great mountain with a shining temple above appeard on the border of 3 largest empiers of that time, and a mighty voice, which was heard across the entire land stated : "The one who controlls the treasure inside the mountain temple shall have the power to rule this world". The War Over The Temple had begun. It lasted for ages upon ages, nations rose and fell fighting to achieve the power inside the mountain temple. And at one point, one of those nations succeeded. Their ruler ascended the mountain and entered the Temple as a victor. Only to find a fucking fruit bascet, and to hear someone's giggling in the most obnoxious way possible. And to be honest, that guy did manage to rule the world, and the fruit bascet was pretty decent.

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>>43910139
The Underworld of Ballan Sur can only be entered by the dead and dying. It's a plane of existence that overlays the same under-regions as the prison of Nadir, whose underworld exists in tangible form, belonging to deep caverns far under the earth. During a full moon, the Underworld of the dead will begin to spill into reality, as ghosts and spirits emerge and provide the Jailer company.

This makes the already nightmarish halls of Nadirs prison all the more unsettling to his would-be guests.

>>43911485
Ballan Sur on a rare day every few years can be found having Herbal Tea and extended Philosophical discussions with the Jailer, who he delivers a simple divine potion to, to help with the pain his mutated form can sometimes cause.

He then makes sure to check the Sinewn anchors he placed in the mortal realm that keep the underworld from drifting to far from mortal reality.

The only time these anchors were cut saw a thrice times increase in numbers of undead and damned that lasted a thousand years, and thus began the tradition of the middnight march, as there was so many to deal with.

The perputating lich responsible for the event was rewarded with his skull topping The Great Bone Staff for the next three thousand years.

>>43910960
Rumors tell that the entrance to the Jailer's Jail lies in these wastes

>>43911730
In actuality the entrance is a portal, and can be accessed from myriad hidden portal locations across the globe. More than one adventurer has ended up in the Jailer's Jail by accident while exploring a seemingly newly found dungeon or ruin.

>>43911446
The boy had no name he could remember. He had always been simply "boy", but was called "child" by his cellmate, whom was the only one to show him kindness. That man lay dying now, ragged breaths seeming to tear at his throat with a clawing ferocity to live just a moment more. The man had taught the boy how to read by carving on the cell walls. He taught him history through story and mathematics as well, mostly as a method to count the meager food they were able to save when the guards threw them scraps.

"I have prayed so hard for this day, and I will never see its setting," claimed the man. He clutched a rock to his chest, which he had carved some symbol upon it. The symbol of a broken crown, pulled apart by chains. "In my dreams I was promised, promised he said".

Another scream rang out from beyond the cell door. It had been happening for over an hour, the screams getting closer each time. The boy was afraid and jumped each time, but then he was always afraid. Would he run out of food today? Would the guards forget to feed him? Would he get sick and whither away with no one left to look over him? He sat by the bed, watching the man, all these thoughts running through his mind.

"Almost here, almost time," he moaned, "though I go so must you, but on a different path than me."

"I shall go into the next, to search with those who have gone ahead, to search for Him."

"Live boy."

No more, the stone fell from his hands, a corner chipped off the cobble as it bounced. He could hear sounds at the door now. Keys jingling, one went into the lock and failed to open it, then another, and another. He finally saw the handle begin to turn, fear gripped him. The door opened and she came. He could see her bare feet touch the ground, but she looked as if she was gliding, with no sound of foot on stone. She stopped and he looked. Her dress was white, her hair brown, eyes red, face . . . absent? Why could he not see her face, she was so close?

>>43911773
It would've helped if the portal wasn't constantly switching places because of some salad-loving asshole.

>>43911823
Said Asshole was also banned from the underworld.
The last time he tried entering he got his face pushed in by Ballan Sur personally and his physical ass tossed back out into the mortal realm. Even if the God of Death could not kill him at the time, it did not mean he could come and go as he pleased in a realm that was under Ballan's total and utter control.

>>43911799
>cont.

"His blood." She said.

He would not let her have it. He could barely move, but he did have enough strength to grasp the rock the man had dropped, maybe fling it at her in defiance. What little he had. With barely an effort she closed the distance and gently covered the hand with the stone.

"Shhhhhh, he prayed, I free his blood."

"No," he offered futilly, "only friend I had."

"His blood," she said again, "grandson," she lifted him and began to walk from the cell.

"The king's only living blood."

~Excerpt from "The Return", the saga of Vinter IV, he who overthrew the Usurper.

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Did this quickly, does not have everyone. Also some lack pictures!

-- There seems to be lots of gods of underworld and imprisoment. Is Ballan Sur the boss or someone else? How they work together? Is there cooperation / rivalry / Hate?

Then there is the Overthrown and powers who want them freed..

Imprisoment and Justise seems to be powerful force in this Universe. Thanks, The True Judge...

>>43911868
The Justice train cannot be stopped.

>>43911868
Nice job, Salad guy made me lose my shit though

>>43911868
I imagine Ballan is the primary god of death, as he upholds the balance between it and life, and is concerned with those who would attempt to cheat it, and thus break the system/flow of souls.

His realm is not a prison but more of a destination, a part of the path that all must follow in time before moving on. Its an underworld as opposed to a hell.

A Hell would be a deamon infested realm that takes souls from the flow for their own power. They and the god of death Don't Get Along.

The only other god of death is the Red En Rev, but i imagine that as more a monster than an actual god, since its only purpose is to kill, as opposed to actually sort out and deal with death and the dead.

>>43911858
Of course he had to push him out personally, that shithead had planted another vortex in his dimension. Even other higher gods are tired of his shit, but oh well, idiot can't be trully banned or erased. At least he's not really trying to seriously kill other gods. So that's a plus.

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>>43911868
Pic related: Ballan Sur

His relationship with imprisonment is neutral, but with the jailor his jail is in the location that Ballan anchored his reality to within the mortal realm, and by proxy protects his anchors by just being there. As such their in a freindly relationship.

The Laughting god is an annoyance. The god is messy and pointlessly destructive in his eyes. He also does not take kindly to the fact he tried to blow up his home. But otherwise he does not really care. How the heck a mortal became a primordial is a subject that causes him one hell of a headache.

Overthrown is either in the underworld (who the fuck keeps storing their shit in my basement guys? Laughting god, is it you again?) in which case general distaste before he gets thrown out into the mortal realm to stop him causing a mess, or he is elsewhere and Ballan really does not much care for the guy. Same for his followers in all respects.

>>43912039
Holy fuck the Laughing God shit made me lose it again. Is this going to be a new /tg/ meme?

>>43912039
I would think Ballan would have scales instead of the scythe, but oh well.

Sritta/Ysell guy here. It's hard finding pictures of children leading armies for some impossible reason. Also hard finding old women knighting someone. And that's without finding something that also represents their seasonal aspects.

If anyone has anything fitting for either one, throw it up.

>>43912085
I feel the scythe is his Great Bone Staff, and the blade is mainly an attachment when he needs to kill something/one particularly stubborn undead.

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>>43912085
This is the closest thing I have, maybe you should try a character art thread, they're often able to help you out.

Said with an accent, Ballan Sur becomes Balancer.
Hence his nickname "The Balancer" and the saying/curse:
"May the Judge Judge you, and The Balancer take you to his scales"

>>43912117
Too young and martial for Ysell, too lonely and passive for Sritta. Thanks anyway!

The idea is that Sritta leads the charge and endorses the subsumption of people and Ysell rewards individuals as part of the greater whole. I've been looking at old paintings of Lady Godiva and Guinevere, but none are quite right.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/43894252/
Already archived this thread just in case

>>43911868
Overthrown guy here.

The main feeling I was trying to go for was that he is largely forgotten, worship/myths supressed by those in charge, very limited but powerful mortal following.

I had an idea of creating an aspect of the pantheon as Gods/spirits of the Forsaken. God of the Guilty, God of the Accused, God of the Innocent, etc. Maybe they would work better as demigods, not sure. I'm pretty tired. If someone wants to run with it/expand, they are more than welcome.

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>>43912085
This is the youngest martial female i have unfortunately

>>43912378
They could be his children. It would work out well, but we would need to decide on their relationship to dear dad. Considering he is imprisoned i think not freindly, since they probably got out from under his shadown when he was locked up.

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>>43894252
>humans ascending to godhood

Easily my least favorite Fantasy pantheon trope.

>>43912440
>Not liking the Laughing God

>>43912407
I like the idea of them being his children. Maybe they had no divine responsibility until his fall, and could only assume places as equals in the Pantheon with his absence. If that were the case, then they would be actively working against She Who Seeks, as they would be among his primary targets upon his release.

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Steven The Fabulous

The result of The Laughing God's decision to hit on Myrea. Let's face the facts- it was a good mix of godly genes, resulting in the creation of a beautifull and noble soul with winning personality. Famous for helping those who figt against unwinnable odds in the most fabulous and glorious way possible.

>>43912564
God of the Guilty and Forsaken would be a withered old man in apperance, but able to dissapear when no one looks at him.
Chains adorn his ankles and wrists, a staff of yew wood in his hand. He ask for alms and fiddles with the judge's judgement to grant mercy.

God of the accused should be a freind of the god of stealth and theft, but also be the god of the innocent, as a split personality diety.

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>>43912594
There was a time when Queen Myrea liked the Laughing God. No more.

Nightmares

Female horses of pitch black colour and immense size, these shadow cloaked steeds are the descendants of a breif affair between the god of death and a ancient centauress. Favoured steeds of his preisthood, they possess abnormal intelligence and are quite rare, appearing rarely in most horse herds. Their passing produces uneasy sleep and are said to be able to carry a rider into the underworld (without killing them) on a night with a blood red moon by jumping into a deep water lake with high spiritual power.

The Darkened Fey

Other descendants of the death god and a brief liason, these caparious little creatures look like gaunt fairys with blackened skeletal wings. They love to live in marshland and make little lights for people to follow. Leading either to their salvation or their deaths.
It is said if you help one in their time of need they will stay with you for life, and even follow you into the realm of the dead.
Like all Fey, they are creatures not to be treat lightly with, but are not part of the dark uncourt of winter.

>>43912703
But at least they have a reason to meat each other as a family from time to time, not saying that TLG's shitty sense of humor makes it easy.

>>43912703
Huh, why did you downgrade death?
Grim Jim is an angel, so he kind of fits outside of definitions here, but hes not mortal in anyway so lowest teir immortal would be his position.

Its looking cool

>>43912757
meet*
Let's not make that shit any wierder

The process of accession to Godhood occurs after a great persons death, and is the only way for one to escape the cycle of death and rebirth.

A council of 100 random spirits is headed by the Last Nymph, the Nymph of the Moon. The council decides the fate of every soul that passes into the Underworld by vote. If they should vote to recognize the greatness of a mortal, the Nymph will bestow upon them her power, as her divinity is transferred to the recipient.

When this occurs, the moon disappears from the night sky for a whole year, as what's left of the Nymphs essence is slowly restored to her former glory, allowing her to regain her divinity. It's said that she came to this position while fleeing Zalkum, who wished to consume her divinity whole. She found shelter in the realm of Ballan Sur, who offered to protect her as long as she would come live with him in the Underworld. It's widely believed that the two are lovers, or perhaps secretly married, though the followers of the God of Death deem such accusations to be blasphemous.

Regardless, the creation of a God has only happened about once a millennium, and each time it has singled the coming of a new era.

>>43912785
Grim Jim was created from Ballan Sur shell's eyes, and his eyes are the colour of gold. He collects the coins layed on the eyes of the dead in return for ensuring a persons safe passage to the underworld. If not placed upon the eyes of the dead, then the spirit has a chance to be targetted by deamons and dragged off into a hell (usually religion dependant).

The Virgin he rides was one a deamon who made a gamble with him for a soul. She lost and forever became his.

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>>43910583

Current-day Viluvians tell that Machandus Rakada was the ruler who won the War over Nothing.
However, scholars originate the War to the chaotic years of Viluvian Madness, when the First Human Empire was trashed apart from ravaging human hordes and the Grandolians.

>>43912936
It has been speculated by historians that said human hordes were driven into empire lands by the laughting gods vortex bomb destroying their primary farmland areas. What culture was there before the catastrophy is anyones guess.

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>>43894252
Gul-hib is the god of law. He resides in his infinite halls with his infinite scribes revising the laws of the universe constantly.
He is more a caretaker than a judge though and he is himself a slave to the same laws.

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>>43912117

Sritta: I think Scherrer's Jeanne of Arc fits well enough.

>>43912703
I think She Who Seeks would probably find herself aligned at times with Mizimil Ikisith. Perhaps ill-fated paramours or the like?

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>>43909322
The Halls of Gul-hib are _inside_ The True Judge.
Otherwise most theologians consider Gul-hib as one of the Scions of the True Judge.

>>43913081
Each of The True Judges titanic ribs hold an innumerable number of scrolls and law works.
How people are able to move around inside him is anyones guess.

>>43913148
Guy who made The True Judge here

I like this idea, but understand that The True Judge has no real form. It has various scions that can have physical form, but it predates physical existence itself.

Another thing I want to clarify, its effects are almost entirely mental. It only gets directly involved when something is attempting to destroy the universe or something big like that. The aftereffects from this is where guilt and the like come from, which is how it punishes and manipulates mortals and gods alike. In fact, the earlier claim that Myrea is controlled by The True Judge (Or TTJ for short) is kind of the entire point. Everything she does is in grief and guilt, which is the main effect TTJ has on people.

I will expand on the scions next.
cont.

>>43913148
Maybe someone with a lot of time just had a thought that it would be cool and fun to make a mortal plane inside of the concept of judgement. Must've thrown some vortex bombs there, and reshaped it to make it more comfy.

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providing a rather needed picture for Zalkum unless anyone else has anything better.

>>43912594
Once Steven the Famous heard a cry of his help, as usual, and hurried to the scene, ready to fight.

But to his horror, he found himself on the battlefield where an refugee caravan was opposed by the Queen of Tears, Myrea, Herself. Stevens own Mother.

Yet he was called to help and so stood between the caravan and the Goddess of War.

Myreas tears flowed more and more each swing of her radiant blade, but she did not falter.

Steven fought gloriously and with valor, but he knew that this fight he could not win.

So in the end, Myrea was victorious. She prepared to strike her own son down, but the Laughing God intervened and took Steve (and the caravan) away.

What Myrea felt that day is not known, as she does not speak of it. But the region where the fight occurred are noways the Lake-lands of Sorrow, one of the greatest pilgrimage sites of Myrea.

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>>43913244

Drave, the Executioner is one of the most feared scions of TTJ, because of how active he is. Drave, like the other scions, only manifests in physical form in extreme and epic situations, but he is constantly present on the world, and is usually the last scion to affect someone, because few survive meeting him. But he does not kill anyone, as that is not his way. Instead, as the more direct scholars refer to him, he is the god of suicides. It is unknown why some people are driven to suicide for minor things, while others are spared. Maybe they are resistant, or maybe we cannot understand the way universal justice and penance works. But for whatever reason, once someone has been affected by Drave, they will almost certainly attempt to take their own life.

On Parasitic Dimensions and their inhabitants


Many people know of deamons and their hells from hearsay and tales. But really what they are is interdimensional parasites.

They feed on souls from mortal reality by placing themselves in the juxtoposed position from the god of any particular religion, causing belife to be spawned in their existance, which draws their respective realm closer.

Each Hell then molds itself to the religions belife system, adapting to cause the largest possible belife in their existance by taking on the norms for that religions version of damnation.

They then syphon off souls from that realm to feed and grow upon, and unltimately for the parasite dimension to reproduce. Each dimension is ruled over by a Devil King of sorts, who is the physical manifestation of that parasite in its own world. The Death of the Devil usually results in the hells destruction.

Now, all gods hate deamons, they parasitise power from them, but Ballan Sur, the God of Death and Balance utterly loathes the things, and makes it his mission (and the mission of his followers) to kill deamons he finds in the mortal realm, this results in the releasing of that deamons build up of souls that they have stolen. Allowing it to be brought back into the flow of life and death.

The problem is that it requires a individual of great strength and soul worth to attract his attention personally on the mortal plane. As such, minor deamons are common invaders of the mortal realm, but greater deamons do not dare cross over, for they would face death itself.

As such, Ballan inadvertantly acts as a personal deterent from extraplanal invasion, while the other gods deal with killing as many of the little cretins as possible.

Sometimes Ballan will have his followers create contracts with other gods and their followers to destroy deamon infestations in the local area, and always sends aid against such incursions. For a god of the dead, he is very active in this area.

>>43913244
Guy who made Overthrown here.

I think a good way to expand on the mythos of Sirach is to set him up as a would-be challenger to The True Judge's authority.

Sirach was never the true head of the Pantheon, although he could have made the claim and lesser divine beings simply didn't have the power to openly dispute him. Before his fall he shaped divine creation to create fantastic, heavenly cities and structures. Envying The True Judge and the might of other Primordials, he took on an aspect of Justice itself, as a divine authority to judge and imprison deities that threatened the Pantheon and creation itself. Many sought his wisdom, but many also resented his arrogance and presumption.

At the height of his avarice, the gods conspired to bring him down. They set upon him a challenge to create the most elaborate prison in creation, one which even the greatest gods would fear. He naturally took the bait and began his greatest work. A labyrinthine prison complex with shifting halls, some areas which defied even the laws of the universe in their nature. At its completion he named it the Golden Gaol, and in his pride he invited every god to its gates to see his accomplishment. It would be here where the gods who sought to bring him down made their move. The other gods, his children, all those who wished to see him brought down bound him in chains and hauled him to the Gaol's center, using his mate (now known as "The Widow") as a hostage to ensure he would lead them to the center. There they bound him and left him, his cursing blackening the walls of his new prison. Now it is called the Black Gaol, and The True Judge struck its location from the memory of all save himself (and maybe a select few). The Widow weeps for his return, gods shunning her in pity and in their own shame. Mortals prey to her for loved ones lost, and she cries for them too.

>>43912703
Starting to look really good. I almost shat myself when seeing the new LG.

Also, the maids of mist would probably be demigod tier

>>43913624
A rumour, only whispered by the madmen, says that Myrea IS the Widow of Sirach. But that would be crazy!

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>>43913624
In short his highest aspiration was to be a god that ascended to the Primordial tier, maybe even supplanting The True Judge himself (as unlikely as that may have been).

Now he lays bound and struggles. His Widow cries, his children are part of the Pantheon, his Seeker Seeks.

And that's it for me, I need sleep. This has turned out to be quite the amazing surprise for the night. I hope it keeps on going.

>>43913696
So The Laughing God got into panties of the allmighty God's wife? Based Laughing God indeed.

>>43913740
It could have been the Laughing God that laid down the original challenge.

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>>43913415
Phalix the Kind is one of the most unique scions of TTJ. It appears often in physical or at least partly physical form, and communicated directly to people. For a while it was thought to be its own being, but it revealed its true nature.

Despite appearing to many, it seems to rarely stick to the same form. Sometimes it appears as male, sometimes female, often neither, but its most common form is ghostly in appearance.

Phalix claims to exist to help us. He claims that guilt is more of a side effect of TTJ's power, and wants to help mortals avoid its wrath. However, Phalix, while called kind, is still not thinking remotely similar to how a mortal does, and its true motivations are unknown.

While it is currently not disputed that Phalix is a scion of TTJ, many different account of its activities combined with intense readings of its statements has led many scholars to warn that Phalix is still very dangerous and capable of committing terrible acts on those who sin.

Ok I will flesh these guys out more in a bit but for now I just want to establish their characters.

>>43913624
I like this, but once again to clarify, TTJ really does not care about these squabbles unless the balance of the universe itself is threatened, which seems to have been the case here. But even the acts of gods are insignificant to TTJ, as even they think more like a mortal than like it.

>>43913771
Based Laughing God indeed

>>43912703
I would argue Ballan would be primordial teir.
His offspring are beasts or monsters, his powers and duties are part of maintaining reality/ensuring eventual death and his birth was one of the eariest in existance.

You should add a teir above demigod for angels and divine servants.

Overthrown should be top of the god list if he was threatening to advance to primordial.

>>43913786
Could use the divine servants/angel teir for nympths, certain monsters and elementals as well.

>>43913786
>You should add a teir above demigod for angels and divine servants.

That being the case, She Who Seeks, would probably be in that tier.

>>43913782

The True Judge guy here

Laughing God, The True Judge and Ballan Sur seem like a great contrast of how alien the higher levels of existence are. Actually, the funny thing is that, for now at least, TTJ is completely fine with the Laughing god, whose mischief is basically built into TTJ's master plan of order.

>>43913772
>But even the acts of gods are insignificant to TTJ

Agreed, his only involvement was after the fact when striking the memory of the Black Gaol's location from memory. I imagine that he saw Sirach as more presumptuous than an actual threat.

>>43910688
TTJ guy again

I like the idea that it is a bit of both. The universe existed before some of them existed, but once they ascended they became tied into it, changing its nature, while the others were always there, but if somehow they left, then the laws would change. This is why TTJ has no issues with The Laughing god now, but probably affected him back when he was a mortal.

>>43913835
Ballan guy here.

Basically based him off of Death from discworld, but with a bit of other things thrown in to make it unique. Taking lovers like greek gods, having a duty, not being stuck in the underworld, a reason for said underworld existing, his link with witches and preists who do stuff like preists of Mor from warhammer.


I like the laughing god as being a massive fuck you to the order of the universe that no one can really deal with, so he got stuck with keeping it all protected, and as the kind of example of why TTJ didnt want anyone else moving up to primordial teir, so he stopped the overthrown.

>>43913920
I think of it like a cycle.

Ballan was born with the first ever breath of the first god. He will die with the last breath ever taken, and walk hand in hand with the last soul into oblivion.

If another breath is ever taken thereafter, he will be born again.

Basically like a massive cycle of world reincarnation myth e.g. tree of ydrasil

Everything lives and dies and lives again.

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Mythic Creature: Bokaph, the malice fungus

A mythic symbiotic fungus that infects small herbivoric creatures that eat the plants it grows on with a certain malevolent sentience that allows for calculating agressive behavior against nearby large creatures, people, and/or settlements.

This fungus is what ended up being responsible for the old wive's tale "The Hare's Crop" which detailed the hostile takeover of a farm by wild rabbits. And teaching the lesson to be wary of one's neighbors.

>>43913920
TLG probably just became the force of nature itself, and by obliterating the allpowerful he just randomly manages to keep the balance of the existence. He is that immovable barier that stops someone from fucking over the universe.

>>43913933
TTJ guy

I haven't actually read discworld yet (please don't kill me) but I like the way it sounds. I think that all of the gods at that level are so alien to us that they seem consistent to each other while completely different to us. The gods at lower tiers are really just incredibly powerful, long lived beings that can bend the laws of the universe, and break the ones that mortals can observe, but that there are even more important laws we cannot comprehend that the gods are limited by, courteous TTJ, who may be the laws themselves manifested...

The stories of Arimue are few, as her clergy actively supports people imagining their own versions of what happens in her realm of unbridled creation, but among the few stories set in stone is the story of Princess Lucille of Luce Novus, the nation that rose from the ashes of the War over Nothing to bring a new era of peace.

The day King Ludwig II claimed victory (and hiding the truth of the prize) a grand banquet was held in his castle. Scores upon scores of guests showed up, Ludwig's allies in the last days of the war, and the gathering was something akin to Sohi's own parties.

Near the end of it, Ludwig saw his oldest child Lucille sitting on a rock, talking to some woman he had never seen before. Her beauty was on a different scale from the scores of noblewomen he had seen in his lifetime, and her voice brought out her words as if sung by a dozen angelic choirs in unison. He knew not what the woman said to his child, for he was too enchanted by her mere presence to notice.

The woman leaned down to give the child a light kiss on the forehead and panic gripped Ludwig as his young Lucille fainted. He rushed to her side, almost pushing the woman out of the way, only to notice her having disappeared, and a multi-coloured mark of her lips having formed on the girl's forehead.

To his relief his child woke again, but something was different about her. She had a quality about her now that couldn't quite be placed until she was a grown woman.
By that time she had mastered every artisan's and artist's craft known in the surviving kingdoms to a level greater than that of any known master of the era. Whether it was in painting, sculptures, music, theater, woodcarving, heck she even mastered blacksmithing.

But it was not enough. The lack of variations and strict rules only worked to stifle her imagination, so soon she had invented her own art styles, her own movements in the arts.

cont.

>>43914008
Sounds good.

Also on an eariler point of him not having a physical form for the rib scrolls thing?

Higher teir existance, he can have and have not a place or being, in a location that can and does not exist. All at the same time.
It should be that peoples perspective and belife shapes what they see, even if its not acurrate or true. So if followers of a god they belive to live inside TTJ's ribcage exist, they can imagine the place and go there, even though it does not, infact exist.

I imagine magic in this world to work on simular principle.

>>43914058
I like it.

BTW, this thread is filling up fast, can someone make an archive of it so when we have to make a new one, it can be linked to this?

Smiggeling is an odd creatur, often rumored to be the incidental offspring of Red En Rev and Gomul

He only has a physical form, so he would be classified as a demigod, but his powers suggest he's a weak god. He has the power to make things rot and wither, and often ambushes travelers. If these travelers are not to his liking, which is often the case, he will hunt them down, kill them, and eat their intestines.

Some suggest he works for Moluck Tuth, but he continued his cruel deeds even after the disappearance of his persumed master.

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>>43914189
Forgot pic

>>43914117
I believe someone already archived?
Or do we need to refresh archive when more posts are done?

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Version III, folks. Returned Ballan Sur to his rightful place. Gave some descriptions to gods missing pictures (I think I still missed few). Also added the Divine Servants Tier
More details of existing gods and connections between them would be great.
Is Tyroniqus and Madis sons of Sirach?

> Something in the name Azeel the Hippy Dragon just makes me smile

Now to sleep. Thanks!

>>43912373
archive here, updates automatically iirc

>>43914041
cont.

And once one -ism had started to bore her, she invented a new one and applied it all across her range of crafts.

The clergy of Arimue heard of her exploits and unanimously declared her a prophet of Arimue, a mortal chosen to bring to the world a mere fraction of Arimue's own works and set the stage for the 5th "cultural leap".

And set the stage she did. When Lucille neared her 87th birthday, she had completely revolutionized the definitions of "art" and "culture" around the world, her mind still sharp as she had one last muse invade her mind, the mark of Arimue flaring as if on fire.

With her heirs around her she started work on her true Magnus Opum, She would not be a conqueror like the chosen of different gods, or a mediator, or even a healer. The chosen of Arimue was a pure artist, and her greatest achievement was a single painting: A 50ft. by 50ft. painting of a single view inside Arimue's realm that rests inside the grandest cathedral of Zalkum, above a shrine to Arimue crafted out of Lucille's mausoleum by her sons and daughters.

To this day her descendants, "the children of Lucille", bear a faint afterimage of the mark of Arimue, a slightly darker or lighter spot of skin on their foreheads, and are valued as the best artists one could ever find.

Spookerton: God of Friendship

A giant immortal skeleton who likes spooking puny friendly mortals

>>43913969
>>43909857
Given the prophecy of Myreas Carnage, the last person to breathe will be The Laughing God.

> Hopely he likes salad

>>43914317
He is a servant of TLG?

>>43914265
Good job, hopefully we can soon stop making new gods and start making more connections between them to make your life easier.

>>43914265

Beautiful. Keep them coming

>>43914317
That's absolutely retarded, but a spooky skeleton God who has nothing to do with anything "evil" sounds interesting

>>43914317
Hmm, I think it'd fit better if he were a demigod son of Mizimil and potentially ballan sur.

>>43914355
His first born son

Sadly the only part of his body to follow him into divinity was his skeleton, which is why he is a skeleton

>>43914288
The Children of Lucille often get contracted to make holy replicas or immitations of the items weilded by the gods. The scrolls of justice, The Great Bone Staff (with attatchable blade), The laughting gods heart covered underwear, The Overthrowns chains, The Keepers of Life cauldron, Myrea's Sword, the list goes on.

>>43914350
The God of death is not really alive in the first place, he inhabits the shell of a long dead god (the first to ever die) as his vessel and ripped the flesh from his bones to create the underworld. So when the laughting god breathes his last, he and Ballan will walk into oblivion together. Him laughting his ass off in whatever passes for a gods soul form, Ballan probably rather grumpy as to having to walk with him, but reminiciant all the same.

>>43914391
Scratch ballan sur, mizimil and madis would mek the ultimate prankster

We need a God of qt3.14 trap waifus

>>43914401
That would actually make an interesting part of TLG's origin. Maybe Spookerton IS indeed his first son, who was born when TLG was still a mortal.

>>43914430
Which gives me an idea:

The first to ever die's soul is what became twisted and formed the first hell dimension parasite, and what caused Ballan to create an underworld in the first place. Which is another reason he hates the things.

Do you still have place for other gods? I could dump one or two.

>>43914446
A demigod should be enough, we have enough gods and primordials already. Let's be reasonable.

>>43914468
Feel free, just link them into the current creations in plausable ways, and dont break or overwrite anything anyone else has written without talking through it with people.

>>43914283
Thanks

>>43912819
Would the Moon Nymphs name be Selena or some other theme?

>>43914490
That's why I was asking.

Ura is a goddess of storms, tempests, and the never ending hunger of the ocean. She incarnates desire to acquire with strenght and the will of crushing the weaks. A malevolent goddess, Ura hungers for treasure, but what she desires the most are the hearts of mortals to serve her, out of fear if it is needed. Few pray to Ura, and those who do, out of greed or lust mostly, hope to receive strenght needed to perform feats well beyond their reach and grasp at what shouldn't be their.
Ura has no shrines, but places of ship wreckages are sacred to her. Stealing from those treasures is said to awaken her rage and doom the thief and everything he owns to be taken by Ura instead.
She loves flatter and loves being offered goods in sacrifice, particularly if stolen. However, her strenght as a goddess is not enough to face the big powers of the pantheon and so she seathes in the oceans, hoping one day to crush everything under her wake.

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The Great Cog

Three Universes and two meta-planes of existence. This is reality, or as it likes to call itself, The Great Cog. All of existence is a part of the Machine. There is no being conceptual or not that can comprehend its true size. Cogs whir and transistors spark wiping out entire Galaxies at a whim.

But if all of existence is contained within a Machine then must that not mean there was an Engineer to create the machine? No. For The Great Cog always was, exceeding the very boundaries of time and space. Each universe has a vastly different set of Physical laws then the other. What might seem obvious and simple to do in one, would be completely impossible in the others.

But as all machines need upkeep so does The Great Cog. For this a servitor race was created, The Cognitors. Able to travel between universes and planes of existences with ease they are automated beings who perform upkeep on The Great Cog using the very material of reality to patch and mend. Entire Solar Systems have been sacrificed to keep Galaxies spinning.

>>43914699
Ura seems like the nemesis of Alina, Goddess of Fogs.

> Ura is the destructive Sea, Alina the Helpful (yet mysterious) Sea

>>43914718
That sounds like something a bit beyond the scope of this setting with the other beings. Interesting, but a bit beyond and on its own.

Unless said machine was/is/shall be made by the knowledge ascention guy from eariler in the thread, that'd fit better. Even then.

>>43914699
Storm goddess is pretty cool, i like he vengfulness.

Patron god of cruel sea dwelling races maybe?

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>>43913772
Melto who purges is a very conflicting god. A scion of TTJ, it never manifests itself physically, but it does appear to those it mentally latches onto, in the form of a horrible mass of tentacles and eyes. It finds those who are truly repentant, and supposedly strips them of their guilt, and they emerge changed people, often becoming monks or priests. For those who are visited by Melto and successfully give up their guilt, Melto gave them a blessing, which allowed them to do good. But many scholars see the dark side of Melto. Many of those who are visited by the scion are driven insane, with too many of their memories and too much of their personalities tied to the guilt that is suddenly ripped from their minds. Melto is also considered the most direct of the scions. While the others create emotions that can be resisted by those with strong will, Melto rips into the minds of its victims directly, effectively depriving them of free will. And many of those who accept Melto as a blessing find that as time goes on, the memories are never quite gone, lingering inside of them until they are able to break into the mind of the individual, crippling him or her with terrifying images. Still, the promise of a fresh start is attractive enough that many people worship Melto, hoping for its blessing, even though most scholars argue that it cannot even comprehend devotion, much less desire it.

>>43914812
Seems ok with me.
She is not supposed to be a powerful goddess, this is part of why she is so big on taking from others, feeling she lacks what they have. It would make sense for her to have been defeated from Alina.

>Siln, Sval, and Trex
The Razor, the Blood, and the Gasping Breath, also known as the Triplets of Murder.

It is not exactly known where these dastardly beings originate, but it is most commonly thought that they were the offspring of Nimhe and a deranged mortal witch. This seems likely, as Nimhe is one of the few beings to tolerate the demons in his realm, and even then sparingly.

Each appear around the size of a mortal man, but somehow changed into something horrifying.
Siln is a gaunt, quick being wrapped in a single black cloth, concealing his visage but still allowing him to move. he carries a razor, of which it has supernatural sharpness; so much so that it is said that even the smallest cut takes months to fully heal.

Sval is a female figure with the skeletal head of a cat, with her entire body constantly caked and dripping with blood. It is said that she has incedible strenght, enough to rip apart a mortal in secionds, but is also incredibly dim, and can be tricked into nearly anything with enough effort.

Trex is a strange, fishlike being. constantly wet with salty tears and clad in grey-blue scales. his head is that of a trout twisted to be more like that of a man, with round bulgin eyes and a toothless mouth. It is said that his breath can cause any number of afflictions, from drowning to diseas, but his favorite method is to steal the breath of another then watch as they suffocate.

The Triplets are the patrons of murderers, and only the deranged or assassins worship them.

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>>43914551
Her full name is in Nymph, which can't be spelled out or understood by mortals.

Her name as given in the works of Xizamere is Aria of the Tears. Whenever you see a shooting star, you've witnessed a single tear of her weeping over the loss of her brothers and sisters.

A heretic community of Preists live in the desert, and believe Aria to not just be the wife, but also the equal of Ballan Sur. The priesthood of Sur has declared a crusade to purge them and is in the process of assembling their forces to launch an offensive on the monastic, cave community.

>>43914880
TTJ has lots of little fucked up scion's running around.

The guy really needs to hire a baby sitter god.

>>43914843
Great Cog guy here. That would work well. Knowledge ascention guy could be making/made/Will Make The Great Cog if it is ok with knowledge ascention guy.

>>43914960
He knows that everything is going to end up fine. All he has to do about his scions is to just wait until they bump into one of TLG's family members and mess with them, or run into TLG himself, when he's not in the mood to leave them alive.

>>43914960
>>43915058
TTJ guy again again

The scions are not its children, rather they are parts of it. They are all working together, and sort of share one life.

Think of it like the Trinity in Christianity, except there are hundreds of them running around.

>>43915100
Still, baby sitter man.
So messy messy messy.
Though in seriousness its cool, its like lots of semi-immortal monsters that just keep popping up that cant be wiped out, which keeps the setting from advancing so far as to make monsters a none issue, they will always be an issue.

Are we going to start making connections now?

>>43914956
It should be noted that the god of death is utterly immicible to the entire affair of what his followers believe in this regard, since it does not concern the flow of souls, he views it as really not his problem and silly children squabbling.

How Aria views it (and any resulting conversations) would be interesting.

>>43915152
We have been anon, Myrae and TLG; Sirach, his widow and his children; everything related to Sohai; Ballan Sur in general; the shitstorm that is TTJ; Zalkum and Arimue...
however, if you're talking about connecting unrelated gods, as in how they have acted towards each other in the past, then go ahead man.

>>43915152
Feel free, its an open affair. If you think some beings should be connected, write up something.

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I want to write but I can't. I'll just leave this here for somebody to speculate on.

>>43915230
Dragons are a relatively common pet of Nimhe's. Unintelligent, brutish, and shortsighted, when one appears it lays waste to a few villages, or demands tribute if it is particularly intelligent, and dies in a deluge of adventurers seeking its valuable body parts.

>>43915230
The races of Giants guard their lands feircely against all comers who are simular in size to them. As such, they are on bad terms with most drakes, dragons, leviathans (at least, none water bound ones) and other titans.

This is primarily due to the fact that feeding such titanic beings takes enourmous amounts of food. Requiring regular prayers to Gomul Hausa alongside extensive farming and herding operations, they can not afford to share their bounties in the fear that they may starve.

TLG and ECH'ANEA-BAI were lovers for some time already. After the whole Myrea/TLG relationship failed, TLG found his new friend and a lover in her face. That resulted in the birth of Adin, Hordun and Sohai. Great guys who love fruits and to chill. At least now Steven has a functional divine family. Although Myrea doesn't like. At least HE had a laugh.

>>43915310
A race of giants that understands sustainability and ecosystems. Fiercely aggressive druid giants?
That wrestle dragons!

>>43914843
Ura anon here
Maybe but in that case she cares little about their lives. She would probably encourage them to plunder, burn earth dwellings, drown people...
Uh this looks cool. So there is a sea dwelling race of I don't know what that drowns intelligent creatures so they are "acquired" in Ura's treasure along wih everything they were holding.

>>43915338
TLG used to be a famous bard before his ascension

>>43914946
This deranged mortal witch who birth the triplets of murder was obsessed with immortality. A strange derangement for someone in a proffesion connected so intimately with the god of death, or maybe not so.

In her experiments she seduced and laid with many beings, to collect samples from them. Nimhe being but one. And is so known as the mother of many monsters.

Eventually she attempted lichedom, and is one of many who were bound, in time, to the Great Bone Staff. The uttelry pure soul from her rebirth, coincided with the march of middnight, learned of her past life and its powers. She went on to become one of the most pre-eminent heros of her age.

>>43915435
What do yu expect from a guy whose usual employment is to eat fruit salad and laugh?

>>43915429
Fish and mer folk are classicals. She could also have beastys from love trists, like krakens and leviathans. Depending on who she slept with.

>>43915507
I believe we can come up with something more unusual. Like crab people, or sirens as in greek ones, with wings. Leathery wings though that work as fins as well.
And slept with anyone who claimed to submit. Even if it was just a ruse. Bitch is a dom freak.

>>43914956
The Church of Ballen Sur is the most influential in the civilized world. The Grand Patriarch sits in the city of Kardash to the South, ruling over his subjects in accordance with the traditions of the preisthood in conjunction with the High Preists of other faiths.

This obviously extends far beyond the bounds of a follower of Sur, who should seek to maintain balance instead of excess, but the Church doesn't much care, it's corruption having reached legendary proportions under past Patriarchs.

Kalgore Sasavid bin Murkarath is the High Inquisitor of the Church. He's rumored to be a powerful Lich, ironically, clad in gleaming full plate, doning a heater sheild and a menacing, barbed long sword. His power rivals that of Demi-gods, standing 10 feet tall and never taking off his armor. Rumors circulate that he achieved Lichdom by immolating an entire village and its inhabitants in honor Barak Tuth, others say he did so by making a deal with the Laughing God in order to spite Ballan Sur.

Regardless, any word of the accusation of Lichs in their ranks or corruption of the priesthood are immediately dismissed as blasphemy by the Church. Though with the recent appearance of heretics and splinter groups defying the Churches teaches. One can only foul the name of Ballan Sur so much before he starts to take notice.

>>43915586
Love it.
And Sur is gonna be pissed when he finds out.
Probably when another god pays a home visit and prods him to do something.

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>>43915666
>Probably when another god pays a home visit and prods him to do something.

>yfw when that god is TLG, come to blow his home up again

>>43915693
It'd probably be one of TTJ's related folks, TLG would just hitch a ride into the underworld via them.

Also note: If the jailors jail is under the vortex bomb waste, and the sinewn anchors for the underworld are in the jailors jail, then technically the laughting god has already tried to blow Ballan's home up twice already.

>>43915693
>TLG doesn't get to blow up his home
>Makes a snide remark that "At least I don't condone blatant heresy among my priests" while laughing on his way out.

Once, a long time ago, Zalkum sought to enter The Thought, realm of Ong. Zalkum desired to enter the protean world to interfere in the dreams of mortals, so he could cause a fear to tear apart a nation. Through months of work, Zalkum bore away at the border between the physical and The Thought. Soon after he entered, his ego got the better of him, and he soon challenged Ong to a few challenges.

They would alternate between who gets to pick what the challenges there are two times, so each creates two challenges. Zalkum went first, and he summoned a chess board for them to play on. Ong won, after conjuring made-up peices from dreamstuff and insterting them onto the board until Zalkum gave up out of frustraion. Ong chose the second challenge, and that was to to create a creature of incredible summoning. Ong was ignorant at Zalkum's inability to create well, and created a ball of unfelling flesh instead of something that wished to die. And so Ong won the second challenge. The third challenge was chosen by Zalkum, and it was to create the best mockery of a powerful god. Zalkum mocked Nimhe, treating him as if he was an amatuer at destruction. Ong won the third challenge, after shifting into Zalkums form and copying whatever he said. Ong decided the fourth and final challenge, and it was to race across Flotsam from one side to the other.
Ong shifted into the form of a great and terrible spider, reaching their long legs across all obastacles. Zalkum destroyed everything in his path, but tripped on a pile of debris and was attacked by a number of nightmares.

Tired, confused, and embarassed, Zalkum huffed out of The Thought, only to be made fun of by the other gods who witnessed it.
Ong is the only one to have crushed Zalkum so utterly in a batlle of wits, and Ong may not even know who Zalkum is, much to Zalkum's shame.

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Shaila Vo, the goddess of the helpless. The hunted beast, the orphaned child, the lost pet, the dying soldier...
There are those in the world unable to help themselves and unable to offer enough to attract the attention of a greater god. For those, Shaila Vo exists. She brings small comforts to the lost, the hopeless, and the dying, be they enough food to survive another day or simply a relief from pain as they slip away. Those she can protect she brings simple aids or shields from supernatural and divine assault beneath her great, dark cloak. Those she cannot aid in this world she takes in her arms and carries into the next.

>>43915879
Sounds like she would meet Grim Jim allot.

Adin guy here, the god of craftmen usually enjoys the company of TLG for his creativity and Cindylla for the food, but doesn't really like Azeel, who is in His Own True Words a "Fucking good-for-nothing stoner who needs a good kick in the arse and a real job".

The God's shop teleports from city to city when heroes needs artefacts to save the world, or when Adin wants to visit.

>>43915132
Yep. Actually, I just came up with a great and disgusting analogy for how they work.

Imagine a jogger. But this is no ordinary jogger, he is a primordial being of unfathomable power, who jogs in order to keep everything from going to shit. Now imagine that he is radioactive, but instead of causing lethal damage the radiation causes guilt, regret and despair. Now lets imagine that his sweat is also radiating these feelings, and when it falls off of him onto the treadmill of life it disperses, sending its feelings everywhere. Now, this guy sweats a lot, so he gets some fungus on him. So when his sweat falls to the ground the fungi converge and are somehow telepathically connected to the jogger.

TL;DR: the scions are foot fungus projections from the jogger who keeps the world turning.

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She Who Seeks
Ascended Deity of Knowledge and Willpower

The deity known as She Who Seeks is believed to have been an arcane scholar that ascended after wresting a forgotten secret of magic from Marik. A secret no being should know, but she pressed on to understand, regardless of the consequences or risks. And as she accomplished one goal, she moved onto the next in search of more knowledge.

She is often worshiped by those who have set themselves on a difficult path, be it for knowledge or something else. Those that show determination to not stray from their path, be they good or evil, are occasion given subtle aids to progress.

Rarely does She Who Seeks directly touch a follower, as the secret she gained changed her greatly. She has become an alien, her presence dangerous to those not similarly altered. By the same token, she does not manifest an avatar often, for her presence scars the land when she does.

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Vryoga Mahva Thostra

Far below the surface, in the labyrinthine caverns that festoon the pillars of the earth where reality meets the underworld of Ballan Sur, a vile and ancient name is whispered by countless forked tongues in the profane legends of the reptilians: Vryoga Mahva Thostra, the Dragon God.

Before the creation of the world, a great beast soared through the vast emptiness of the cosmos. Its teeth were mountains, its blood hellfire, its breath lightning, and its form made from the void between stars. At the beginning of time, another of the ancient powers made war upon the beast, and slew it.

The beast's bones were crafted into the foundations of the world, its flesh was used to create the firmament of the sky, and droplets of its blood were scattered into the heavens to form the stars. Its hateful, burning right eye was cast into the sky and became the sun, while its blinded left eye was exiled to the night, becoming the moon. Its breath was used to give the newly created world the spark of life, and thus were the first mortals created.

Though long dead, the primordial beast is not forgotten. It continues to be worshipped by the thousand reptilian races that dwell in the abyssal depths, their minds warped and twisted by countless eons spent trapped in the bowels of a primordial being's dead, but still dreaming carcass, its incomprehensible whispers driving each generation successively more insane until all had been bent to its mad will. The reptilians revere the beast as a god in the form of a dragon, the most powerful of all reptilian beings. Crawling upon the bones of their blasphemous deity, the reptilians constantly plumb the depths for answers into the true nature of their master. For they believe that with the proper rituals, one day the Dragon God might be reawakened, marking the destruction of the world.

>>43910501
Starting to look more and more like the seven endless.

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The Phoenix are mortal enemies of Dragons. It's told that the Phoenix Father, Kanin Dahva Umriel, who made war and slew Vryoga in the time before the worlds creation. Unfortunately, the great beast would eventually die due to the wounds he sustained, his mutual death creating the Sun.

Damlerion is a phoenix, the last of his kind after they were hunted down by the dragons in the time before man. This conflict is known to us as the Sun War, and from what little mortals can garner, the scale of this war was unlike anything that had been seen before, or since. Great leviathans plummeted from the sky, their bodies a charred heap as they plunged into the earth, dead on impact. The atmosphere itself was said to be burning away as the conflict raged across the planets skies. Thousands on both sides were slaughtered, but the Dragons won out and the Phoenix were never seen again. Damlerion is the exception, being he was just a hatchling when the war began. He has lived his whole life on the run from the dragons and as a result hides away in his lair. He's only been sighted around the Southern desert, deep into the sand dunes where few have returned. Over the centuries, many believe that he's died off, and that any new sightings of the phoenix are just the imaginations of water deprived merchants.

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>>43917179
It should be noted the world has 2 suns and 4 moons.

>>43917379
Though only one moon is the prime moon, that shines brightest in the night sky and is responsible for the Underworld spillage during a full one.

>>43903695
sason is my brothers name, what the fuck

Do gods ever get bored of their duties and just leave? Like I feel like that would be a cool concept. Like the sun doesn't rise and Pelor/some other deity of the sun is missing. People and the order flip their shit. Hire heroes to go looking for the god. Everyone expects the deity killed or something. They end of finding him walking along the road not giving a fuck because he quit.

Hey, how about some legendary artifacts, like cool, magical swords or amulets? Got any of those laying around?

>>43918260
>"Just fuck it, you know?"
>Said the god of the sea, as everyone drowned since he wasn't paying attention to that shit.

>>43911259
Something interesting I realize about Taj yr Akna.

There's Marik as the god of Knowledge, but Taj should be the god of understanding.

Plenty of people can contain and disgorge vast quantities of knowledge. Some can even begin to see it for what it is, but Taj yr Akna and his monks see things as they are. They have all this information and they understand it. They can correlate it.

They do not teach because they cannot teach what they know. You would go to some follower of Marik or a university just to learn, but you go to them to see what it all means.

>>43919535
Machandus' Spear is one of those. It was buried with him in his tomb but was stolen by a grave robber 300 years ago. It has numerous properties, including giving the wielder the authority to command great armies and even, if the legends are true, command the Conqueror Worms like Machandus once did.

Nadir's Chains are bindings placed upon a titan chained by the Jailer that managed to escape before it was again captured and this time slayed. Its bindings are extremely heavy, whoever is bound by them becoming a target for his flesh hounds.

Sohi's gem is the result of a little too much excess wine at one of the gods banquets pooling together and solidifying overnight, becoming a beautiful, bright red gemstone. If light is shown into the center, it magically puts everyone in the room in good spirits as well as gets them rip roaring drunk. Great at parties.

>>43919535
>Nimhe's Glove
A magical glove Nimhe created using his blood to give to a particularly devoted worshipper.
Anything it touches quickly comes to ruin, whether it's spoiling food, rusting iron, rotting flesh, or eroding stone.

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Yserafel, the Ravaged; aka the Enslaved.

Yserafel was an Angel Warbringer, one of the lower-ranking angelic warriors, scions of Myrea. Unimportant as angels go, she was the sort of angel that mortals would get when using magic to seek direct divine intervention.
'Sera' was summoned under false pretenses, by a priestess with a sword to her back and knives at the throats of her daughters. She was promptly bound by arcane magics, forced to serve a fantastically wealthy, fantastically indolent and idle noble lord, battling in his gladiatorial arenas.

Eventually, he grew bored of watching her achieve unending streams of victory after victory, and launched a plot with his foulest advisors to do something NEW with her. So she was taken into the woods, bound to a vaguely profane altar of their own design with a halo of enchanted platinum coins; her robes pushed up, and they took turns forcing themselves upon her as she wept silently.

What exactly they were hoping to accomplish is difficult to say; some say they hoped to pervert her into a demoness of some sort, or to make of her a sacrifice to cause the birth of a new and profane god. Either way, they were fantastically disappointed when nothing at all happened, and came to the conclusion that, like a good roast, the best they could do was wait. They left her on the altar to simmer, eventually she was forgotten as they died, told of only in their diaries and drunken boasts. Ysera remained, however, and keenly she heard the cry of every mortal held in bondage, every mortal raped.

And with every cry, a bit of power she gained, but bound as she was, no divine power could she use. Eventually, however, she realized that she had picked up just enough knowledge in her time in bondage to whisper arcane cantrips, and slowly, she taught herself to channel that power against the halo of coins that bound her, until she broke free. (cont.)

>>43920994

Yserafel is not welcome amongst the angels, for they decided that she had steeped in too much impurity, having deviated too far from what she was supposed to be, what with having had sex (even involuntarily,) and having used arcane powers.

Yserafel turned her back on them, then, and now walks and flies over the mortal realm, acting as she sees fit. She is venerated or cursed wherever she goes, for her spear turns itself with the swiftest wrath against mortals who have raped or who hold slaves. She is not particularly liked as any aspect of justice, however, as she refuses to see any distinction between those bound by law to labor and those captured with naked intent to force them to serve, and has freed dangerous convicts and innocents alike - that having been said, she is not myopically blind in the matter as more force-of-nature type divines are, and very frequently warns those she frees from lawful laborious judgement that if they stray again, her spear will fall upon them.

Yserafel's name is whispered in the prayers of those who have been victimized, or those who have been held in bondage. But she is not a god, and can make little use of prayers; instead she makes use of magic, her angelic devices, and when necessary, guile and mortal allies. When even she tires of retribution, she has become fond of vice; gambling, wenching and drinking, most often in mortal disguise, but soon enough a particularly painful, or nearby, cry will reach her ears, and she will again lift her spear to vent her wrath on the perpetrators.

>>43919535
Damlerions feather is rumored to be the only one intact from the Last Pheonix. It's said to cause all who hold it to experience a brief weightlessness, followed by them slowely floating up into the air like a balloon. Given enough practice, one can learn to harness this in order to fly at supersonic speeds. The only problem is that they don't tend to last that long.

The Black Gavel is an artifact of the church of Ballan Sur, and is placed in the hand of the churches Grand Patriarch as a ceremonial weapon, though it symbolizes the authority given unto him by the God of Death. The gavel inflicts punishment based on ones crimes against those who are dead. It brings down the accusations, curses and torments of the undead upon its goes with every blow, regardless of armor. Prolonged combat against it has driven men insane, and though the patriarch may not be able to properly wield it, the power that it symbolizes is enough to scare away most would-be assailants.

The Wretch is always there in some form. He assumes the most pitiable visage, the beggar and the lost child are His Avatars. His works start by being taken in by the particularly merciful. On the fourth day he asks to aid his host. If the host says yes he goes his best to help around the home. At first he is only able to preform mediocre housework and is incompetent. After the first week he works at the level of one man, then two, then ten. By the end of the month He becomes so adept at the tasks given to Him, His host can live in complete bliss.

By the second month the host will start to notice his guest's mistakes, a loud clink of plates, a wrinkle in the ironed cloth and a twitch at inappropriate moments.

Soon even the most minor of transgressions cause the host much irritation and anger. By the third month the host's irriatation reaches a point where the host will throw Him out, cursing the Wretch's very existence.

By the time the sun obscures the Wretch's silhouette into nothingness as He sets out, the host will feel remorse.

By the fourth month the host will feel wracked with guilt.

By the fifth month the host will be found as a twisted cadaver, clutching his torso and back with tears pooling at his scalp.

The Wretch never enjoys being known like this, He only wishes to be a good guest. Maybe this time He'll be good enough for this master of the house.

>>43901794
This is awesome

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>>43923074
You forgot the image, anon.

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>>43919535
The Fruit Plate
A plait with the infinite amount of all kinds of fruits, which refills itslef when it's empty. The fruits in it are always fresh and taste like best of each kind. Once there was a draconid, who played poker with TLG and asked if he has a snak to spare, 'cause he ran out of his food. TLG shrugged and gave him his fruit plate. Fruits there were really fucking good, like really.
It's known that TLG did not collect that plate back, and it is still out there, providing someone with the infinite fruits. Not like TLG would care, he has all the fruit plates a reality could wish for.

>>43923367
plate*

>>43923285
Thank you good Anon. For some reason I never knew how much I deprived myself of Black Adder.

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The great exodus

During the era of Fire (previous to era of Metal), and elven Empire Of The Eternal were exterminating humans on the continent of Tidrom. So Balan Sur asked TLG to go and do something with those elves, or otherwise humans would go extinct in this world. So TLG went to their capital named Averlorn and told them to leave the humans alone, or else he would create a legion of kiwi monsters which would rape all elves and force them to flee to other continents. They told him to fuck off. Sadly, he wasn't liying about the whloe kiwi monster legion thing.

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New thread because bump limit

>>43924125
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/43894252/
Saved for posterity.

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Anera, Maiden of the Eternal Song

Goddess of music, young love, travel, and protection.

She is the guardian of the world and the keeper of the song, that keeps the beast Kayerith from rising once again. Those who are blessed with the music from Anera know beyond there mortal thought lies music so profound and powerful that even deities quake at its sound.

Here followers are that of bards, young couples, and young knights.

>>43924293
Thank you based anon