The Mother. Known by many names over countless years in which we have no memory and countless places of which we have never seen. She is the reason for existence: from her sprouted the sky, and the lands, and us. We know Her by heart as her breath is felt upon the faces of every mortal in the kiss of their own mother. Every race shows her as their own in artworks, but the constant through them all is the serenity on her face.

The Father, Eranar. The mirror to Mother. She gives, and he takes. The people's prayers they send into the sky. He takes them, sorts them, and provides counsel to the other gods upon them. The father is presented as wise, stoic and immovable, a titan whose every step is slow, deliberate, and purposeful. Many of all the races pray to the Father as a protector, and believe His hand is the one that has the power to stop the Fading. In traditional iconography the Father is shown as tall as the available artworks made, to show his size, often to provide scale he is shown with Koci sleeping at his feet or grooming himself at his right hand.

The Twins. Never having stopped giving Her worlds blessings, the Mother bore Twins, Geb and Seba.

The masculine presenting god Geb, showing in most iconography as a human teenage boy, whose domain is earth. He comes to us with all the fervor and passion that our kinds hold for the very land we walk on. Excitement for a hunt, to provide his family with a meal. The joy of looking through a child's eyes at spring blooms, imagining the bouquet he will pick for his mother. The somber understanding that comes from digging in the earth with bare hands and seeing growth, and having empathy and insight into everything that flourishes. The Mother gave us the earth, and Geb gave us the beauty we see around us.

The feminine presenting god Seba, showing in most iconography as an elfin girl of some seven years dancing in the sky in a dress of stardust, whose domain is the heavens. She comes to us with wonder and curiosity in her eyes, offering to share. The Mother provided Seba with a blank slate and told her, my peoples will need you to fill this for them, this massive endless sky, and the Child God grinned and frolicked as she set to work. From her own freckled face she plucked the stars, and the sun and moon each of her own eyes, so that she could always watch upon us from high.



The Sprites. These gods known colloquially as the ones that you never see unless you're doing something terrible or wondrous, they are the bubbles in the river, the shifting stones as you near the hilltop, or the falling leaves in autumn. They cannot be counted as they are everywhere and as numerous as the blades of grass we walk upon. Legends tell of a Sprite being who presents as unicorns in myths to keep a village away from a pure spring, and yet another says the fire devils in the deserts are really just Sprites seeking those bands of robbers to singe their flesh for they dig deep into the sands and make the very land unstable. They mostly keep natural order in natural places, but yet another story says that if a correction is beyond their powers that they would involve Geb, whom they refer to affectionately as Big Brother.



Chaos has no name. Chaos has three faces in traditional iconography, a blank featureless one, intents unknown, and the two many people commonly see in theater masks, the smile and the frown, both as frightening, for whatever could make Chaos incarnate feel either joy or gloom should surely be feared. They are shown with six arms, and four legs, a creature unlike any who live. It is a natural fear that Chaos is who is behind The Fading, anger at the slight they receive from mortals. He is known for keeping three lieutenants made of obsidian, and when he needs them he rips off one of the faces and puts it onto his soldiers so they animate and do his bidding.



Hidoko is the god of the hearth, Kimini is the god of the forge. Often shown together as a wed couple clad in dark red who control all the fires required to keep a household. You would frequently find women setting offering places at the table for Hidoko as a way of worship rather than the common way of going to shrines for other deities. She is primarily within the home, presenting as short human woman. Kimini is present outside the home, he stands by men as they work, whether to shoe their horses, sharpen the blade to cut wheat, or repair the bucket to draw water. This god presents himself to us as a Grokon man, oft changing between age depending on the sort of wisdom the prayer is beseeching.


Koci, the Caretaker, presents to us a cat. A large fluffy cat with the swagger only a god could have. If you saw Koci on the other side of a lake, eating a bird instead of a fish, then you should rethink your plans for a catch. Perhaps the fish are in spawning season, and the damage that humans can do is too great. If your child came home after dark, to frantic parents and a village with torches ready to comb the woods and fields nearby, but merely smiled and said the kitty brought him home, then perhaps he has seen Koci. A farmer might offer prayers to Koci if his heifer was having a difficult birth. A soldier might offer prayers to Koci begging him to watch over his wife as he leaves for battle.



The Black Bird. Our deaths might be swift or slow, but every mortal has no worry upon his heart for when the end finally comes to pass. While the gods have never spoken to any monk or cleric or druid of the afterlife that awaits us, no mortal has fear for the after because the Raven, known to us as Aldeah, surely waits for our soul when we cross over. However if you ask the clergy then you might quietly be informed that you do not know where Aldeah will take you, and then be cautioned to live a moral life. It is a common practice, that when someone passes away, a window is opened for their soul to be collected.


The yin to Aldeah's yang, the god of pregnant people, infants, and midwives. The god of birth, Paloma shows themself to us as a white dove, and is the one responsible for ushering in new souls to our world. The songs doves sing are often held as sacred among many cultures due to their association with Paloma. Across all of Uros a birthday is not only a celebration of the self but also a personal day of worship to The Dove. Many people will wear a white feather somewhere on their person on their birthday as sign of worship and praise.



The ocean stands as a monument to nature, never tamed by mortals despite eons of attempts. Singsetr is a young god who tamed the beast of the seas, a large sea serpent called Gestesier, which She rides across the entire ocean. You will often in human iconography see Her a human, but even humans acknowledge the traditional styling of Her is as an Elfin. A large Elfin, nine feet tall and as slender as the wave cut on an ore. She clothes herself in seafoam, and when the mortals anger her the ocean shows us Her displeasure; if you ever hear tell of a sailor shrieking of a siren covered in barnacles and seaweed, then surely the man has angered Singestr and she has shown him a battle that the best he could have hoped for was his life.


Ondolf, the god of war, who shines in golden armor and holds a bow with three notched, flaming arrows is a god sprung up from a battlefield. Born of the spilled blood of mortals, He champions the fight and abhors the loss. Men pray to Him and it is his duty to oversee the wars that men make, but never does He interfere with these affairs. Every life lost is fewer in attendance to Him, thus is the duality of His existence. He feels every loss but sings joy at the upcoming battle despite himself, for upon men's lips is his name spoken so fervently. The arrows He holds stand for the principles of war: Moral duty to the fallen, Courage, and Unity. In traditional iconography He is presented as either a Groken or Turuk in quite an even split.

Ars. The god of art, The Lion. He is the inspiration in the hearts and souls of mortals that is the reason for some of the greatest paintings and sculptures Uros has ever seen. He is said to have given divine inspiration to some of the most noteworthy artists in history. His presence in everyday life is woven into the threads of the tapestries hanging in your home, a painting of him sits in your child's classroom, tailors sell manes for people to put on their hounds to emulate him. Ars is attributed to great architecture, and even further into living art via the theater, where he walks, his paws leave behind the sign of great works to come. Worship of him is something of art itself, his clerics often citing the motto Ars gratia artis.

The Watcher, The Scribe, The Keeper of History, this nameless god is the storyteller that has recorded everything ever and is watching for the things that will come, to make sure they come. His followers often say 'everything has happened before and will happen again' full faith in the path ahead given by Him. Most of the races show him as a many eyed Spider, all seeing, with the exception of humans who in a fairly even split show him as a spider and an old man with wise eyes. Some believe that the Turtle is his servant, a way to the divine through plain conversation as opposed to prayer. His position in the pantheon is decidedly detached from the other gods, as it is his duty also to record Them.

The Thunderbird, Tla'nuwa. The god of the weather and seasons, natural disasters and phenomena, and of the harvest. All the races show him as the great bird but each one tends to style his feathers in their own way, the Grokon for example showing them as iron, gold and patinated copper, ornate carvings coverings each one. His name is often thanked at the fall feasts, and pleaded with during springtime rains. Old women sing songs of him at canning parties, and children ask him for wind for their kites during play.


Creep. The feeling on the back of your neck, the feeling of eyes upon you when you should be alone, the feeling of dread out of nowhere. He has never been shown the same way twice, in one story he is a snake, another the hare. He could be a fly, he could be the man who met your eyes across the path and there was nothing ‘human’ to be seen in them. Creeps goal is only mortal lives, stolen for his own pleasure as tears and cries are food. He consumes our fear.

Noxxulina has birthed plague, famine, disease, drought. Anything negative you can think of is probably a child of hers walking around and spreading its infestation. Her children are akin to the lieutenants of Chaos, sent out by her to do her bidding. She is the terror of any farmer or doctor, a direct opponent of Tla'nuwa, and some clergy say that the most fearsome storms in history can be attributed as a battle between them.