The Mercian gods have fallen out of favor since the revelation that six gods were not truly divine, but rather spirits of immense power. With the fall of Maguun (see recent history), the other gods have disappeared from the world. In their place, murmurs of the Elder gods have emerged. Predating the Mercian gods, the Elder gods were born of the Age of Zeal and the roots of human history.
The information about the Mercian gods is left here for historical purposes.
No longer seen by mortal eyes,
Nor travelled to across the skies.
Such times rest eternally past,
but these immortal beings will ever last.
The Pantheon; The Divine; Those Immortal
Held in the sky by a thousand Angel and Dragon hosts
And in their light, Humans and a many other wonder
And in their shadow, that which we have yet to see
By these powers, all came to be
One for fire, who would Destroy one and All
One for the harvest and healing, worshipped in the Fall
Two for total Darkness, only One has a Shadow
Two for ancient Peoples, whom us Humans followed
One to close the gaps between three plains
And one to the common man, and his earthly gains
It is these of whom we walk beneath,
It is these of whom we are bequethed
It is these with whom our futures lay,
It is these with whom our histories were made.
Bredoc, a slightly less than perfectly devout Haelynian, decided it might be a good idea to make a donation at the local temple. He walked in, said a few prayers, and, on his way out, tossed a silver penny in the contribution bowl. So far, so good.
He was then heard to mutter. “There, I hope that satisfies the B*#ch.” On his way down the stairs, he slipped on a purple scarf and rolled 20 feet to the cobblestone street below, breaking an arm and cracking his skull.
Bredoc survived this mishap and pondered its cause. Did he really stumble over a fluttering, diaphanous, purple silk scarf that didn’t seem the have been there before?
Bredoc concluded that Gods may not exist, but Goddesses certainly did, and he became a more devote follower of Haelyn.