The Gods of Masada

Across Masada, the gods are many, some openly worshipped, others feared in whispers. Their altars are carved in stone and root, in ash and ink, in bone and coin. Some answer with blessings. Others with silence. But all are real.

The War-Touched

Durek the Bound — The Iron Oath, He Who Duels to Remember
Durek is worshipped by veterans, mercenaries, and those who fight to keep their word. He is said to have nailed his own tongue to a warhorn to silence all speech but honor. In his temples, combat is prayer and silence is penance. Broken weapons are left at his feet as vows of restraint.

Saerta the Hidden Blade — Mother of Betrayal, She Who Cuts from Within
Rebels, spies, and the unforgiven invoke Saerta. Her shrines lie behind false walls and under rotted floors. Her faithful offer secrets, folded knives, or hair from enemies. Saerta does not promise justice only the final turn of the knife.

Gorran the Steadfast Bell — The Anvil-Fist, Strength Without Mercy
Pit-fighters, warlords, and tyrants honor Gorran. His cracked bell rings before battle, and his priests wear shackles they may never remove. He is not a god of fairness only of power proven through force.

The Wild and Withering

Serenna of the Grove — The Forest Lady, Queen of Silent Roots
Serenna watches from deep woods and sacred groves. Her voice is the hush between falling leaves. Shrines to her are built of antlers, stacked stones, and overgrown statues. She is balance made stillness beautiful and cold.

Thalhaz of the Blooming Rot — The Black Seed, Lord of the Overgrown Grave
Feared in farmsteads and forest cults alike, Thalhaz brings sudden growth and ruin. His blessings spoil harvests and awaken blight. His altars are heaps that never stop decaying. His worshippers pray for survival, not purity.

Ellanir the Wandering Wind — The Leaf That Flees, Change Without End
Ellanir walks with travelers and exiles. He leaves no temple only footprints that vanish behind him. To follow Ellanir is to never come home unchanged. Offerings are left at crossroads, where breath is held and futures turn.

The Hearth and the Hunger

Matra Hearthborn — The Kindly Flame, She Who Cooks for the Lost
Matra blesses hearths, poorhouses, and roadside inns. She asks only that the hungry be fed and the fire kept alive. There are no grand temples in her name only warm meals, quiet prayers, and hands that give without counting.

Iskava of the Burning Veil — Desire’s Edge, She Who Burns for What Was
Iskava lives in absence in longing that cannot be filled. She is worshipped by mourners, lovers, and poets who cannot move on. Her shrines are places of confession, often visited at dusk and never spoken of by day.

Vereth the Devouring Root — Mother Hungers, The Bloom That Consumes
Obsession is Vereth’s altar. Her cults demand sacrifice of flesh, hair, and bone in the name of undying love. Her image a woman with roses blooming from her mouth is found in locked rooms and buried boxes. Her blessing is binding, and never kind.

The Rememberers and the Buried

Thul of the Wet Pages — The Grieving Book, He Who Records the Forgotten
Thul is worshipped in libraries, ossuaries, and beside fresh graves. His faithful burn names on paper to preserve them. It is said that no one truly dies until Thul forgets them. His priests walk with the dead more often than the living.

Nirseth Inkbound — The Quill Without Mercy, Keeper of Secret Teeth
Nirseth is the guardian of knowledge that should not be known. He is invoked by spies, censors, and those who carry truths that could ruin empires. His blessings are silence, security, and the edge of a hidden blade.

Elaruun the Vault-Eyed — The Deep Seer, Dreamer of What Comes Twice
Elaruun waits in underground temples with no lights and no maps. Pilgrims sleep in silence, hoping for dreams that reveal truths past or future. His visions are rarely kind, and always true once understood.

The Crowns and Chains

Valtric Hollow-King — He Who Rules From the Absence, The Empty Coronation
Valtric is worshipped by regents, pretenders, and survivors of collapsed lineages. His throne is always vacant, but his law remains. He governs through silence, doubt, and inherited duty. His power is felt in ruins and still-hanging banners.

Zerach Chainfather — The Bond That Bleeds, Tyrant of Terms
Zerach binds all things: debt, labor, law, and soul. His chains are metaphor and metal alike. His contracts are read in courtrooms and carved into flesh. His justice is always binding, never fair.

Ashura Flame-Tongue — The Herald of Salt, Builder of Ruins
Ashura does not conquer to rule only to burn. Her priests build nothing but altars of ash. She offers no peace, only the means to destroy what stands. She is honored by those who know only war.

The Shifting and the Shattered

Star-Eater Celyx — The Voice Between Lights, Mage Without Anchor
Celyx speaks through unstable magic, dream-storms, and the pull of other worlds. Wild mages, visionaries, and those who walk between realms offer breath and blood at his flickering altars. His answers are never the same twice.

Vess of the Shattered Glass — She Who Shows No Face, The Mirrorwalker
Vess blesses those who become what they must. Her temples are filled with masks, broken mirrors, and fractured names. She is prayed to by shapeshifters, spies, and anyone trying to forget who they were.

Tolvir the Broken Glyph — The Wounding Word, Curse-Singer of the Deep
Tolvir is inscribed in forbidden books and scarred into skin. Warlocks, oathbinders, and curse-wrights revere him. He punishes silence, not blasphemy. To speak his name is to risk being heard.

The Just and the Unforgiving

Ilvar the Measured Hand — Judge in Silence, Mercy Made Steel
Ilvar is worshipped by executioners, magistrates, and those who serve justice without spectacle. Her temples are bare stone halls. Her scales tip only when none are watching. Her mercy is earned, never assumed.

Kashem of the Red Script — The Vengeful Ink, Ledger of Blood Debts
Kashem does not forget. His faithful carve names into skin and stone debts tallied, never forgiven. He is honored by those who have been wronged and who intend to settle it. His vengeance is patient, thorough, and final.

Ibris of the Single Weight — She Who Breaks the Scales, Fanatic Balance
Ibris offers no compromise. All sins weigh the same in her court. Her priests wear blindfolds, her worshippers love punishment more than peace. Her justice damns equally, and with devotion.

The Tithe and the Lie

Arven of the Open Hand — Host of Fair Dealings, Keeper of Hearth-Tithe
Arven watches over markets, shared meals, and fair bargains. His altars are found in kitchens and roadside stalls. He blesses honesty and curses greed. His tithe is simple: give more than you take.

Numor the Notched Coin — Binder of Contracts, He Who Writes in Silver
Numor governs all written deals from wedding vows to smuggling pacts. His shrines are filled with ledgers and signed oaths. His blessings are practical: safe travel, clean exits, debts paid before death.

Tressa Hollowmint — The Gold That Lies, Lady of Glittering Nothing
Tressa is worshipped by counterfeiters, gamblers, and those who trade illusion as truth. Her temples are beautiful shells, hollow inside. She offers no gold only the faith that it might appear.

The Dreamt and the Damned

Velas the Velvet Eye — Dreammother, She Who Closes Kindly
Velas offers sleep when it will not come, and peace when nothing else will do. Her shrines are quiet places where no one cries aloud. Her priests murmur lullabies for the dying and the lost.

Korrul of the Deep Choir — The Under-Singer, Dread Beneath the Floorboards
Korrul speaks through pipes, dreams, and voices that shouldn’t be there. His cults welcome madness as insight, sleep as escape. His songs are never sung aloud, but some say they hum in the walls.

Maze-Weaver Ysh — Prophet in the Glass, Twister of Paths
Ysh does not offer clarity only revelation through confusion. His temples are mazes, his prayers spirals. His faithful get lost and call it faith. His signs never mean the same thing twice.

The Dead and the Waiting

Tharn Beyond-the-Door — The Gatekeeper, Final Friend of the Living
Tharn waits at the end of all things. He is honored in hospice halls, graveyards, and anywhere quiet goodbyes are said. His lantern is always lit, even when no one holds it.

Molgrin Whitejaw — The Hunger Below, Maw of Unrest
Molgrin refuses death its stillness. He is worshipped in crypts and whispered to in plague-pits. His followers defy the grave, and drag others with them. He smiles with teeth of bone.

Lanivar of the Waiting Flame — He Who Watches the Lantern, Keeper of the Unmourned
Lanivar guards the souls left behind. He watches the forgotten and the unburied. His priests light flames without fuel, burn names no one remembers, and listen for ghosts with nothing left to say.