Le morte d'Mordred
Gods of the Highlands
The animal gods of the Highlanders.
Moon Den Mother
Alignment: Lawful Good
Domains: Life, Moon, Protection
She who howls the moon into the sky, who counts the months, governs the cycles of females and childbirth. With her consort Alluidh-geal, the Silverwolf, she leads her pack, raises her young, and defends against any who would threaten her territory or den. She is also the harsh mother, known to kill pups if they won’t be able to make it on their own. But to those who make it she is fiercely loyal, and would lay down her life for her young if need be.
Winter is her season; the solstice is most holy to her. When the sun has retreated and snow blankets the land, it is to our dens that we return, to spend time with family, and it is the moon that brings some comfort and light to the longest night.
The devoted might wear an animal claw or tooth as her symbol.
Suggested Classes: Any Primal class, especially Wardens, Shamans, and Druids, but also Beastmaster Rangers
Soaring Sun Father
Domains: Freedom, Skill, Sun
He who flies high, sharing the sky with the sun, unbound from the earth and keen in sight. His golden wings are the rays of the sun, the ripening wheat fields, the warmth of life itself. And yet, he also is a bringer of death. The golden eagle is a peerless hunter, swift and precise in the kill. He is the best at what he does, and serves as an example for all to follow. Freemen and craftsmen are his, and those held in captivity or darkness pray to him for release.
Summer is his season; the solstice is most holy to him. The sun is at its zenith, the long days providing the farmers and craftsmen extra hours for their work. The fields are full of beasts and the earth’s bounty, ready to be harvested by those who have the skill–and drive–to take them.
The devoted might wear a brown feather or golden disk as his symbol.
Suggested Classes: Any Martial class, especially Fighters, Rangers, and Warlords, but also the Bard
Domains: Arcana, Fate, Wilderness
The white stag is the one who carries the stars in his antlers, walking across the entire world from dusk to dawn, that they might see the deeds men have wrought, both good and ill. He cannot be found except by those who are not looking, in those remote places of the wilderness rarely touched by men, and in those whose pure hearts still beat in time with the land. As keeper of the stars, he is privy to their wisdom, whispering all that they have seen in his tufted ears, and portents of the future besides.
The transition seasons are his time, the spring and fall equinoxes when life itself is in a state of balance. To those with the knowledge, stars are tools of navigation, be they for journeys of the foot or soul.
The devoted might wear forked twigs with tiny glass pebbles as his symbol.
Suggested Classes: Any Arcane class, especially Cosmic or Wild Sorcerers and Fey or Star Pact Warlocks, but also Seekers
Domains: Change, Darkness, Poison, Trickery
The Greater gods did not deign to give her a place at their side, though shadow should have been hers. Cast out from alongside her brothers and sister, she has lain in wait, plotting their demise, waiting for the time to strike. The black adder is often hidden, waiting to bite the unwary adventurer, and let her venom do the rest. Sneaks and thieves pray to her for luck in the shadows, and apothecaries look to her to perfect their poisons. She is the patron of the traitor, the lady of turmoil, and the consort of darkness.
There is no time that is hers alone. She is always there, lurking out of sight. Moonless nights are her time, and eclipses are her high holy sabbats.
The devoted do not wear a symbol, or they might wear another god’s, so as to not be marked as hers.
Suggested Classes: Any Shadow class, especially Assassins and Rogues, but also Vestige and Dark Pact Warlocks