The priests of the Old Gods, modern mortals who’ve given themselves over to the old ways.
Celavis, Beloved of Dumat. A cryptid from the Foxfire Bramble, who deals in mysterious keys. Keys to open doors, and wounds, and secrets; it’s never quite clear what each one is for, until the moment it finds its use. She traded her voice to Dumat many centuries ago, in return for this power, and most days she does not regret it. The Silent One does not mind what she does with her power, so long as she comes when she’s called, and she uses the opportunity to do great good from the shadows. But some days she watches the mortals, their easy camaraderie, and she remembers what it was like to be a real person, and she aches.
Roach, Beloved of Razikale. A young sellsword who was working on the crew of a pirate ship when the ship had an ill-fated encounter with the leviathan. The moment he laid eyes on her, he decided she was his Charge; she should have slain him where he stood for the insult, but decided to keep him around, instead. Her gift gives him incredible regenerative power, to the point where he’s nearly impossible to kill. Despite his growing fame as a mercenary, she continues to see him as an insignificant little mortal; he’ll do whatever it takes to earn the admiration of the one he loves, even if it was rather doomed from the start.
Mavir, Beloved of Zazikel. Proprietor of a travelling merchant’s caravan, unique among the priests in that he isn’t actually aware that he’s a priest. Devotees of the Windsinger are taught to give kindness and hospitality to all travelers, and he takes that to heart more than most. He’s had several encounters with the mysterious masked Skydancer, and they’ve always ended in unexpected good fortune for his business. He’s half-convinced that he’s blessed by the Windsinger Himself, and makes a habit of leaving out little snacks and trinkets. Zazikel is entranced by the mortal, but a little shy about setting things right; they’ll tell him, eventually, just... maybe tomorrow...
Shir, Beloved of Lusacan. Before she came to the attention of the Old Gods, Shir was a devoted priestess of the Shade, attempting to grow Shade parasites from a sealed prison she’d discovered. Sensing an opportunity to destroy one of his competitors, Toth led her to the resting place of Lusacan, telling her that the Watcher’s vast energy would be the perfect breeding ground for more of the parasites she held so dear. She slayed Lusacan’s previous priestess and led the god back to her temple in the Carrion Canyon, where her cult could tend to him properly. Their worship stopped him from being destroyed outright, and he lives a tortured existence, always with her voice crooning in his ear.
Vaska, Beloved of Andoral. An archivist of lost souls, who uses the Chained’s powerful binding magic to settle restless spirits in the Cairnstone Rest. Their library is a historian’s paradise, filled with centuries worth of knowledge, straight from the source. They knew Andoral’s original face, thousands of years ago; they tried to stop him from taking the form of an Emperor, but were cast aside. Binding him beneath the Shifting Expanse was an act of pure desperation, and they’ve been in hiding ever since. His power has granted them supernaturally long life, and as much as they ache to join the spirits of their ancestors, they’re bound to this plane for the foreseeable future.
Notrath, Beloved of Toth. Born a prince of a powerful Arcane empire, but stolen away as an infant and denied his birthright. Though Notrath was raised among commoners, his caretaker whispered stories of his homeland as he grew. When he came of age he returned home, expecting a royal welcome. Instead he found the monarchy had been deposed. He lashed out at the citizens, furious- what was a king with no kingdom to rule? In this lowest moment Toth found him, brought him into his warm embrace. Together, they would burn the world down, destroy those who dared scorn them, and they would build something glorious from the ashes. (So Toth promised him, anyway. Would he really deign to share the spotlight with a mortal?)
Galadriel, Beloved of Urthemiel. A siren from the Crystal Pools with a taste for draconic flesh. Her beauty and her hypnotic magic are what first drew the god to her, and they’ve been fast friends ever since. She walks among her fellow mortals and picks out the best and brightest to lure back home to the Reaches; her liege devours their magic, and she’s free to consume the leftovers. She’s been His for so long that she no longer truly resembles a mortal, and it’s not entirely clear what species she was born as, either Maren or dragon. The implications of a draconic heritage are disturbing, to say the least.











