A unique order of monks suitable for any steam punk setting.

This Temple rests at the highest point of the island of Gond so that the Seers might observe the rising and setting of the sun, moon, and stars.

Some mighty strange things happen on The Stolen World..........

EDIT CLEANED THIS UP A LOT!!!!!!!!!

freetext Friday: Bishop

A treatise covering the major religions and role of religion in the Cosmic Era

'Machine is all

Machine is Mother

Machine is Father

Machine is God'

Kord's Temples are the arena's of the world. They draw spectators and contestants alike from across the world.

This is part of my series on deity organizations. Each organization is unique, fully built, well thought out, and adaptable to any campaign setting.

Vecna's Order is both reviled, and revered. They trade in secrets and forbidden knowledge.

This is part of my series on deity organizations. Each organization is unique, fully built, well thought out, and adaptable to any campaign setting.

The PCC is the second largest religion in the Atlantic Federation.

'Protect us, oh holy one,
from the dangers of the night
may your smoke and ashes
to our souls with clarity ignite'

The birth and life of a god through the long ages.

There are three ways to live. And living them well, living them with purpose, allows you to die easy.

Worshippers of Josslander take no small actions

Come forth, the world weary, be assured that the blessed steel will guide you into the Green Vales! The wondrous Sting will herald your entry into the blessed realm.

What started as a small movement up in the Atlas mountains has in recent times grown in popularity among the commoners and excentric nobles of the nearby fiefdoms. This movement believes in maintaining the balance in all things. This also applies to good versus evil.

Equilibrium Cultists therefore worship two opposing deities of their choice, and try the best they can to follow the commandments given from both deities, even when they contradict eachother.

Vile cannibal clerics of a god of slavery and hunger

'Death. What happens when one dies? A question that all civilized peoples have tried to answer. Some claim you go to a place where you are rewarded or punished based on what you do when you're alive. Some claim that you a simply reincarnated.

'They are all wrong. The truth is that we are in a state of transformation. Humans are simply in a complicated version of a caterpillar in a chrysalis. We started as mere animi. Now we are humans. And just like the caterpillar turns into something grander after its time in a chrysalis, we become something grander when we die.

'You see, we become gods.'

On an Alien World where life last 100s of years and memories only a decade, a cult has arisen that defines truth only as what is under the sun.

'If you take out all the bullshit about the machines and the crappy prophecy, The Matrix was pretty close to the truth. Just think about it for awhile and you'll see how much sense it makes. And really, if you were trapped in a game and couldn't wake up, wouldn't you want to know the truth? So you could do something about it?'

' . . . Still haven't convinced you, huh? Here, tell you what: I'll give you my card. Whenever you feel like learning the real truth of this world, give me a call. I'll show you the ropes.'

'O Divine Broker, merchant of souls, bless our transaction, make it holy and righteous in Your sight. May those that profit from it be ever prosperous, and earn our reward in Your Sacred Market. Release us from our debts, and grant us lucrative exchange now and forever.'

- Prayer before a trade, from Bashad the Spectacular's 'The Handbook of Divine Wealth'

Any number of clergymen might be accused of putting their demands for secular wealth over their spiritual needs. Even these, however, would never claim to worship their prosperity. Yet such is the case with the followers of the Way of Divine Wealth, a religion of uncertain history and unabashed cupidity.

The true depths of darkness travel far deeper into the hearts of mortal man than the darkest and deepest cave I have ventured in. What once could have started as an innocent trek into the unknown for the sake of curiosity I have seen lead to the blackening of the soul and the withering of all those around it. All in the name of innocence and knowledge.

The following are my findings on the subject, as horrible as they are. I just hope I can finish this before my mind is lost to me. I feel the ebb and flow pulling inside me, no that is to simple an explanation. I feel my soul losing its hold on me. The more knowledge I gain, the more I know I am lost.

Kormak Cabeaza, Scribe and Scholar to Lord King Vyrkril the Just of Camerial