Nerve Stapling is considered a vile and barbaric act, the orbital lobotomy of the Cosmic Era.
Love. Hate. Lust. Pride. Greed. Many are the emotions that can inflame the human heart, and of the brightest and strongest of all of these is born, Atarkhul Prince of Passion.
"De Kanaar folk tink all dere gods and medicines are secret. But I live in dese marshes long enough to hear dere gods, whether pointy-ear folk like it or not. I can hear dere comin's and goin's, an' I can make dem see you or skip you as you like."
- Tonis, hillaq of Rakart Village
"And Lo; today Alea Waxes, and she shall blesses us. For soon a great change is upon us, for soon our beliefs shall be hallowed! We as a group, we as a people, we as a religion, shall be acknowledged. Our efforts shall no longer be in vain!"
--The Prophet John, Sermon to the Capitol
"What a pretty place momma." "Yes it was made by the Divine One Chrysani as she died."
Commoners in the Goddess Forest
"Checkmate." The crowd looked with awe. The best player in the world beaten second turn. How was it possible.
Hizeel playing chess champion in the 3rd century
"Kolou, oh mighty Divine One I ask of thee to grant me strength in the upcoming battle. To have the strength to stare fear in the eyes and charge courageously into battle."
100-word Placeholder God submission no 2
A fairly blunt, systemic look at The Shattering. For flowery prose, look elsewhere ;)
"Fear not this new night, my brothers, the terrors of an everlasting darkness are as nothing when compared to the darkness in Man's heart. For, who among you knows what Man might do when Hunger sleeps in his bed and Famine is his child's only playmate?" --Prelude
Priests of the god of agriculture.
Thus do the spirits of the six elements take form beyond the norm of elementals of genre fantasy.
Preserver Thought is “The School of Thought” on Kerren. It motivated the Colonist to colonize. It is what led them to their unique technolgical and social mix. These Preservers live up to their own ideals.
A creation myth that sets up a Job like contest between the gods for the souls men. It explains the origins of monsters, magic, death and demi-humans.
Doom and hope, misery and joy, are but two sides of the same mirror to this ancient force that has withstood the annihlation of an entire culture..
The Earth Mother, Spirit of Life
The Sky Father, the Star Lord.
The Moon Lady, Sea Queen, Water Mistress
The Sun King, Lord of Fire, The Blazing Sage
Worshipped by the barbaric warlike people of the southern deserts this sun god takes on the cruelety of the desert sun.
As the PCs travel the road, right after a bend they hear a sharp whistle and call: "Heeey, not so lazy, move your asses!" It is a large man that calls, and there are unwilling workers that listen. A small company, 10-15 men work on the road, push boulders aside, dig up roots from under the road, etc. The large man that shouted turns to you, smiles fast and mutters something under his breath, sounds like cursing some lazy worker. "Where does the road bring you from, travellers?" And does a little small-talk.
And what is really happening? A group of bandits is 'adapting' the road for shady purposes. The road will not be wider, but tighter, with enough cover around (and a few traps perhaps), and will become an ideal spot for ambushing travellers or entire caravans. The bandit leader wants them all to appear harmless. The 'lazy worker' he cursed was actually a guard that should give warning before any travellers come around (fallen asleep). Not surprisingly, the boss may decide for an ambush even now.