A Pantheon

For my D&D 4E game. Yes, the gods are dead in that, but I figure it’s worth knowing what’s missing. Possibly a reference to something (ohwhatagiveaway)

Fryd is the Lady of Light, the Queen of all the Gods, and the God of Supremacy itself. She is fire and light, the clear sky and the open path – and the will to ford beyond them. She is leadership and kingship, courage and determination, the will and the way. Without Fryd, nothing can be accomplished, and indeed, from her, all the other gods spring forth. Her colours are white, yellow and blue.

Her consort is Daphos, the Prince of Beauty. His is nature and the feywild, art and poetry, love and sex – and magic. This is the romantic version of nature – the rough and rugged force of life is governed by the Beast. Daphos is worshipped by craftsmen and lovers, and has little to do with politics. His main duties are to stand in his dark violets and blood reds and look pretty next to Fryd.

Fryd’s chief advisor is Velos, the craftsman, the god of knowledge, science and eningeering. He is short, squat and half-blind from his work in the forge, but there is no riddle he cannot solve, no lie he cannot expose, no secret he cannot uncover. He is the chief diety of the dwarves, who call him The Ever-Changing, the one who sees the rock of nature, and knows it cannot be enough as it is, who seeks always to build and improve. Velos’ colours are brown and ochre and black, the colours of earth and stone.

Fryd’s counterpart is Shay, the god of fear, chaos and undoing. She is the antithesis of her sister. She unravels all plans before they begin, she breaks the heart before it even tries. But she is not evil: she taught men to fear the darkness and the monsters within it, and without destruction, nothing can be built anew. And if our enemies know not fear, then we cannot break them. Her colours are pale green and dusty grey, colours of sickness and madness. She is usually alone from the others, which only heightens her reputation for being evil among those outside the faith.

Shay’s only companion is The Beast. He is all of man’s vices and sins, and indeed, those of all creatures. He is hunger and sloth, lust and depravity, greed and self-interest. He wants nothing more than pleasure: a fat belly and a satisfied libido. The elves say that the Beast is no god, just mankind’s inability to face its true nature. Indeed, though he wears the head of an animal, the Beast is perhaps the most human of all the gods, and when he visits parties and feasts, he is most welcome.

In the human faith, they are called The Mysteries, so their personas are never separated from the stories they tell.  And the priests would worship them around a great cauldron or font, the Mystery Sink.