Ishy’s Homebrew Pantheon!
For my homebrew world, I have a limited pantheon to choose from. This doesn’t exclude the equivalent of “saints” for each of these deities which can be created as needed. Much like the Greek pantheon, mine features gods that are all acknowledged to exist by the people of the material plane, but individuals typically choose a “patron” deity to follow. There are also those, however, who find none of the gods worth worshipping, and pay patronage to none of them at all.
Gods can gain their godhood by being worshipped, openly or otherwise, by holding dominion over other sources of power, such as collecting souls or claiming ownership of other powerful beings, or through other strong emotional responses such as fear or anger. Each god chooses their own method to obtain power, and some are definitely stronger than others.
This also means that it is indeed possible for mortals to obtain godhood through ascension, and imagine 20th level characters as approaching this threshold.
Canon deities are those that are openly worshipped. They often have temples or shrines dedicated to them in town squares, along roadsides, or in other prominent locations. People also frequently have tiny, personal shrines to their favored god within their homes.
The Gilded One
Broen wields the hammer that forged the Material Plane from pieces of the Elemental Chaos. He resides in the deepest of mines and the strikes of his mighty hammer shake the very earth. A quiet prayer and your pickaxe may strike treasure.
The Platinum Dragon
With wings large enough to black out Hethora’s gaze and to blow away Keth’s fiercest storms, Dragarix commands metallic dragons. He creates Dragonborn by gifting mortals with the scales of Xel, who he keeps chained at his feet.
The Hand of Artistry
The Orc god of craftsmanship and art, Gorak granted the talent of infusing magic into tattoos to his people and the knowledge to weave textiles of pure gold and silver. Like his nomadic people, he wanders the planes seeking the greatest craftsmen.
Hethora plucked her own eyes so that she could constantly observe the material plane in an attempt to protect it from evil forces. The Sun, her left, and the Moon, her blinded right eye, shine in the sky, showing direction and time to those who look up.
The Gray Tempest
Any captain worth his salt won’t sail without making an offering to Keth, lest they want lightning to strike the bow and winds to slice their sails. His rains nurture crops, his snows fill streams, and his seas provide fish to those of the material plane.
The Whispering One
She is the whisper of death upon the back of your neck, the call of a raven above a bloody battlefield. She sows and reaps souls, tucking them away in her breast until they are needed again. Her castle in the Shadowfell sprawls like a layer of fog on the sea.
The Ever-changing One
Both infinite and finite, summer and winter, the coldest stream and the hottest desert wind. Nyshane is the parent of elves and the Feywild, whose form is in constant flux just like the passage of seasons or the unending descent of time.
Gods that aren’t necessarily socially acceptable to worship are referred to as the Outliers. While not necessarily evil, individuals aren’t likely to disclose to others that they worship these gods. Frequently these deities gain their power through other means than adoration.
The Smoldering King
Master of devils and sealer of contracts, Adezik holds more souls in his possession than any other being. He resides atop the highest spire in Avarjia and gazes down upon everything that is his, constantly seeking to add to his collection
The Thread of Chaos
A physical void, decay, the web of reality. Blight slithers in an out of each hole in the realms, both holding them together and unmaking them thread by thread. It reaches into the farthest corners of the universe, seeking to consume all that is.
The Formless One
Their will is pure arcane magic. Sometimes worshipped in secret by wizards and sorcerers alike, Helmedeus is the well in which all arcane magic is drawn, overflowing and folding in upon themselves, reaching out to grasp at all the other planes.
Looming in the deep gray of the river, Cyrrix, the Pillars judge without eyes. Their gaze weighs more than the mightiest beast, despite their immovability. The current parts for their stone columns, but only for them.
The Abyssal Maw
Daughter to the Shewolf but banished to the Withering Wastes, wherever Sarmora walks, demons sprig forth from her footsteps. She creates canyons here her claws drag along the ground and her breath generates constant, stone-rending winds.
The Ghost of the Beastlands
An entity of unknown origin, The Shewolf patrols the Beastlands as her own territory, passing through on silent paws. Worshipped primarily by beasts, her jaw is said to open into an endless void, and she gladly consumes any who oppose her.
The Many-throated Serpent
The queen of chromatic dragons and hoarder of unimaginable treasures, Throxera’s terrible roars saturate the air with her might. She is always a moment’s grace away from erupting to the material plane to take what she feels she deserves.
The Chained Dragon
Xel, the daughter of Throxera and born of her rage, lay chained at Dragarix’s hand. He harvests her colorful scales when creating his Dragonborn. Her every moment is spent attempting to escape his many, many layers of enchanted, platinum chains.
The terror of the Underdark, Zarma dug the tunnels to escape Hethora’s constant gaze, dragging some of the material plane’s peoples with her. The realm shivers when she crawls and the clacking of her mandibles sends shockwaves through the earth.
Mortals that attain godhood are referred to as The Ascendant. They’re frequently favored in tandem with other gods. They’re typically young and their followings aren’t as large as the canon gods.
The Unyielding Shield
Once a paladin of Hethora, and whose name has been lost to time, the Bastion single-handedly repelled an army of devils until his shield, full of arrows, sundered under the onslaught. The mourning elevated him to divine status of his own.
Once mortal, Lystara raised her daggers against the constant gaze of Hethora, blinding her right eye. The darkness granted by this feat allowed those of the material plane to find sanctity in shadows. The praise she received helped her ascend to godhood.