Iomedae (LG) - "The Inheritor"
Godess of valor, rulership, justice and honor.
Followers of Iomedae have a strong sense of justice and fairness and an even stronger dedication to swordcraft, statesmanship, and bringing civilization to “savage” people. Her clerics have a reputation for trustworthiness that serves them well in political affairs. Iomedae appears as a fierce Chelaxian mistress of the sword, complete with full battle armor, heraldic markings, and resplendent shield.
Formal raiment is a white cassock with gold or yellow trim and matching mitre; most followers prefer these colors and wear them in their day-to-day garments. Pious adventurers usually wear a narrow chasuble in the goddess’ colors. Her temples are bright whitewashed buildings that double as courts and living space for holy knights.
Cayden Cailean (CG) - "The Drunken Hero"
God of freedom, ale, wine and bravery.
Members of Cayden’s faith make excellent guides and explorers, quick to smile at danger and always willing to havefun even in the direst of circumstances. His festive temples resemble common ale halls and attract members of all social classes. Formal raiment is a simple brown tunic or robe with a wine-red stole bearing his ale-mug symbol (adventurer-priests of the faith sometimes carry a magical stole that doubles as a rope). He has few buildings that function only as temples; most are actual alehouses bearing a shrine to him above the bar. His simple holy text is the Placard of Wisdom, condensing his divine philosophy into a few short phrases suitable for hanging on the wall.
The faithful of Cayden Cailean often carry tankards with them for luck, or pause before a particularly dangerous or stressful task to pour a splash of ale out upon the ground. He often shows his approval through the discovery of a fresh bottle of wine, but in cases where a mortal has instead drawn his ire, such found bottles invariably taste of vinegar or sewage.
Gorum (CN) - "Our Lord in Iron"
God of Strength, battle and weapons.
In battle and ceremony, his priests wear heavy armor modeled after their god, although the armor is always functional. Followers claim that the spirit of Gorum lives in all iron, be it armor or a weapon, and they take great care to polish and maintain the artifacts of war for fear of offending their deity. His temples are more akin to fortresses than places of worship, made to withstand any assault and stockpiled with armor, weapons, and preserved rations. He has no sacred text, but a collection of seven heroic poems called the Gorumskagat explains the church’s creed.
Gorum shows his favor in iron weapons or armor that shed blood and filth when touched. His anger most often manifests in sudden patches of rust, often enoguh to completely ruin an item.