The One is the primal spirit of the universe. The One shaped the Material, for as the spirit goes so does the dust. The One is behind everything.
The Weaver spun time, space, fire earth, air, water, light, and spirit into existance from the primal chaos, the way a spinner spins threads out of cotton or wool. Weaving them together, The Weaver made all.
The Worship of Danu has changed over time. Originally, the worship of Danu, was a worship of faith, rather than respect/ miracle. The worshipers were magically transported to Arth, a world of many spirit beings. Upon travelling to Arth, they accepted that there were new and mighty spirits to respect, but continued to worship Danu and the principle of Masque. Now, they have found that the master of masques exists in Arth. Their worship empowers Danu and in turn, he empowers his priests. Most KnownWorlders do not understand why the MaskLanders would worship a mere master. They do not understand the word Masque.
Uedha-a is the God who dwells here. That I am not afraid, he makes me so- Uedha-a bolsters hearts with iron, and with-holds souls from the Shadow Himself.
The Judge is the Ultimate Judge, who judges all beings after death. After death, you face The One. He measures your worth and determines your faith appropriately.
The wait shall be over soon infidel. Soon we shall come from our darkened homes and sally forth on the Plains of Redemption and wipe the blight of our anscestors from our history. Our counsins will tremble at our approach, the humans will run from our strength and the Gison will board themselves in the mountain citadels giving the land beneth them to us. Oh yes, weakling. We are coming.
-Shieox Chief-priest of the Night Eyes Clan
While we’re talking about the subject of constructing religions, I’d like to bring up the concept of the Creed. The creed is nothing more than a simple statement of the religion’s beliefs, meant to be recited. If you cannot write a creed for your monotheistic religion, it probably needs work on internal consistency. Creed examples:
This religion is meant to be a minor counterpoint, or even a cult, in a world dominated by a polytheistic religion. Religions do not exist in a vacuum, and few worlds are homogenous enough to have only one religion.
In this world, each race had its own Spirit, or Diety it revered. It personified the race. The Mythic people (Elves, Dwarves, Goblins, et al) had worshiped their spirits since before time began, long before Humans crawled out of their caves and became a speaking race.
"Harken to The Word of the Messenger, He who is heralding new age, one without the upsurping lesser Gods."
This scroll is for posting monotheistic religions to be used in games.
Those who have created the world. Those who are few but seem like many. Those who will be worshipped forever, if but in a different guise.
The Furry Tree-Zombies were a race of Tribal Jungle Halflings untill an insane Re-Animator discovered their existance.
Graves of a small, little known folk, exotic as dangerous.
The simple graves of a folk long gone, these are still favoured by graverobbers.
Though it is a called a trident, it is actually a magic sword of the truest type. It is a mystical device used in ritual magic.
Of all the published roleplaying games, we have a huge number of fantasy games, a good number of sci-fi games, a smattering of modern and modern variation games, but very few of anything else. The Western is an Epic Genre in the bookstore. There are shelves and shelves of them, nearly as many as the science fiction section (minus Star Trek and Star Wars books). You would think it would be popular. There are only a piddling number of western games, and none are very successful.
The Nasgareth may look like elves, but instead were created by an entirely different divine being, which admired the elvish looks and traits, but wanted to create his own army instead. One without Love.
My issue with modifying/removing dwarves and elves is that the PC’s may want to play them.
Deep in the Ankorillian jungles grows the Corpse Flower. A dreaded plant that can entangle and poison you silently.
Hours later your companions notice your absence,
turn and search for you.
As they backtrack they unknowingly pass your last resting place.
A rather smelly, orange plant.