#homebrew gods

[lotusmoonbunni]

I sleep to dream The trail beneath your feet That brings you back to me And step by step Wherever you might be You're walking home to me You're walking home to me

ocs are mine and @molonginkdragon 's Min-su and Lan Fen

[sluttylittleart]

in my homebrew world, Gyliar, the gods are based off of and named after the major arcana tarot cards, so I'm slowly working on creating a set of cards with all of them on 😌

any other DM's thirsting after your own gods or is that just me 😅?

also I would love to do some more tarot card style designs, so if anyone wants to commissions me for any that would be so fun!!

[alexcaninnit]

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE IN MY DND GROUP AND YOUR CHACATER DIDN"T GROW UP IN MINRIK

If youre not in my dnd group or your character is from minrik, youre all good.

Minrik, prince of the orcs and goblins, grew up in luxury. While true, the culture of the Kingdom was harsh, valuing strength and combat, as crown prince and heir to the throne, the little prince was surrounded by love and happiness. He never had to want for anything. His mother a goblin beauty, his father the massive, incredible orc king, Prince Minrik only ever knew happiness. When he was small, he was often seen toddling around the palace grounds carrying a brown platypus plushie that was nearly as big as he was, or sitting in his father's lap during important meetings. He loved to play with the guards, watch them fence and spar when they were training, and was generally considered to be a little angel on earth. 

As he grew older, Minrik became a handsome, confident young man, a firey blaze in his red eyes. His sparring could match any guard, his reputation that of a good, cunning, strong fight, even if he did fool around quite a bit with the other youths of the city. his long dark hair was braided back, but still came down nearly to his knees, his blue skin practically glowing with what the people rumored was blessings from the gods themselves. 

Truly, Minrik was as fortunate as any orc could be.

Then, one night, soon after his 17th birthday, Minrik came to his father's room to say good night. 

He opened the door, smiling, and then quite suddenly his heart dropped into his stomach as he fell against the door frame.

His father's blood, streaming out of his neck, pooled onto the bedroom floor, his mother next to the king, wailing in her grief, the corpse’s eyes still open and wide with fear, the color drained from his face. 

Minirk let out a strangled scream, rushing over to his parents, hugging his father’s limp, already cooling bodies as his throat started to burn with tears. He felt a cool wind on his shoulder and looked up to see that the bedroom window was open, a grappling hook still anchored to the windowsill. He laid his father down gently before going over to look, seeing on the ground two small, humanoid people getting on horses and riding away.

The smell of his father’s blood and rage filled his senses, his vision going red as he let a roar rip from his throat, echoing through the night. He screamed until he physically couldn’t, and then he started to sob, collapsing onto the ground. His mother held him close, crying with him. 

When his tears had run dry, all that was left in his heart was cold, dull rage, the need to avenge his fallen father all that was left running through his veins. 

Minrik set off with a spear in hand that very hour. 

Even with their head start on horses, Minrik managed to catch up to the Nitan and the Faerunian, the smell of his father’s blood still fresh on their hands. 

The Faerunian and Nitan locked in a great duel against Minrik, coming to a nigh standstill until finally, panting and tired, the Nitan and Minrik lowered their swords.

“Im sorry.” The Nitan said, tears in her eyes. “I’m just doing what I was told, Im sorry.”

Minrik would have responded then. Would have said, perhaps, ‘I know,’ or ‘’I’m sorry for taking off your hand.’

If not for the Faerunian’s sword quickly entering and then exiting his heart. 

Minrik gasped, grabbing at his chest as the Faerunian grabbed the Nitan and runs away. He fell to the blood covered ground, coughing and gasping for air. His vision began to blur, partially with tears.

I failed. 

Minrik laid on his back, still clutching his bleeding wound.

I failed my father.

He thought he saw a person walking up, but he could barely see as is anymore.

I failed my mother.

The person leaned down, and now he could see a thin, softly smiling effeminate boy, with all black clothing. 

I failed my people.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now, Little Prince.” The person said, picking up Minrik gently, cradling him, the way his mother and father used to when he was small. 

“..I failed…”

“You did your best. But it is time for you to rest now. Close your eyes.” He smiled, tears in his all black eyes, as Minrik shut his eyes, exhaling for the last time.

He awoke in the same place, 5 years later. With skin grey like steel, eyes red. Massive draconic wing sprouted from his back. His previous scars now glowing gold. 

He was immortal. Long living and nigh unkillable. Where he walked, blood red poppies sprouted. 

He came back to the capital and retook his place as king, instating the current Council of Three, and rallying his people to rebuild the kingdom, better than it ever was, stronger than it ever was. He established connections with the Dwarves, and as the god of fertility, brought good soil to parts of his kingdom fit for farming. 

To this day he rules over his kingdom, named for him by his followers, with kindness and love, and with absolutely no mercy to those who oppose him.

[centaurisart]

Two eldritch deities, one is scared af the other would do it again

The two in god form

Speedpaint

[chroniclesofchronair]

Pantheon of Chronair

The world I built has a small pantheon of Gods that most people know of and worship to some extent. So here they are!

Brogdir- Dwarvish God of the Earth (Lawful Neutral).  It is believe that his whole body is what makes up the land, metals pulled out of the earth are his bones, and jewels are pieces of his soul. These are gifts that he expects his people, dwarves, to make good use of and share with the rest of the world. Mining, welding, and jewel-crafting are revered practices for people who worship him, and most are expected to take on one of these crafts, even non-dwarves who have made their home on dwarf lands.

Seriteris- Elvish Deity of the Heavens and head of the Pantheon (Chaotic Good). Due to differing dialects of Elvish, when the world was first made, two sets of Elves had a disagreement about the name and nature of this god. The beliefs drove a wedge between them and they went their separate ways, eventually becoming Sun and Moon Elves. Very few know about the true name and origin of this god, instead worshipping one of two derivatives.

Serit- The Celestial Ray. They are responsible for the warmth that comes to the world during the day and the ability to feel it. Sun Elves are expected to share that warmth to all the lands over, so that all may know and rejoice in it.

Teris- the Celestial Beam. They are responsible for the sanctity of nighttime and the ability to see beyond the scope of normal understanding. Moon Elves are expected to invite people to share in this ethereal splendor and learn from it.

Valortia, Infernal Goddess of Light and Dark (Lawful Good). She’s in charge of balance in the world, striving for darkness to be understood and for light to not be misused. It is within the laws of her religion that she always be depicted with all her Infernal features: horns, cloven hooves, forked tail, and a distinctive pair of bat-like wings. Unlike most gods, people of her bloodline can either come out as Tieflings or Aasimar. If lineage can be proven, both are equally revered.

Cain, God of Life and Spirit (True Neutral). While human in appearance, he is more often worshipped by Wood Elves than by humans. He is the least worshipped of the gods, simply because he only wants people to pay respects to the lands they live on and doesn’t care for intense worship. He is content this way, and people who worship him pay respects by either being one with the forests that he is claimed to have grown, or by going to other lands and helping them reach their full potential of life.

Krokna, Draconic Goddess of the Sea (Chaotic Neutral). She is believed to be the only one of the gods to still roam the planet, living deep in the bowels of the oceans that surround Chronair. She is rarely worshipped by anyone outside of the Dragonborn that live on the Scattered Scales, although many are quick to blame her for sunken ships or unfair weather during sea voyages. Nobody is sure what color her scales are, so she is often depicted with a rainbow-like visage. It's considered deeply disrespectful to depict her as only one color.

[anomalial]

of course you blue screen and have pronouns

[artharakka]

Sala, a cleric of Menura of Many Songs, a deity of imitations and art 🌙🦚

...unless it’s actually Eilir, fiancé of Deervale’s princess Aella, running from their arranged marriage.

[xyliaxart]

Obsessed with the god of death from my friend's homebrew dnd campaign. His name is Chenlen and he thinks he's very funny. His holy symbol is the full moon.

[indiaboeckh]

Tempest in her Form of Dread

[fireandsilkenthread]

“That Which Begins and Ends” // 2024 //Watercolor & Gouache

“The Unbroken Queen” // 2024 // Watercolor & Gouache

“The Empyrean Dyad” // 2024 // Watercolor, Gouache, wool fibers

“The Spinner” // 2024 // Watercolor, Gouache, wool fibers

“The Mountain Caller // 2024 // Watercolor & Gouache

“The Eternal Matron” // 2024 // Watercolor, Gouache, wool fibers

“Lord of the Gates” // 2024 // Watercolor & Gouache

“The Deepwatcher” // 2024 // Watercolor & Gouache

“The Blood King” // 2024 // Watercolor & Gouache

“Lady Hyphae” // 2024 // Watercolor & Gouache

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Works from my recent series “Pantheon,” illustrations based on the the first cycle of primordial gods from my original D&D campaign.

[kedikatzen]

Some gods from the homebrew campaign I ran, respectively War, Love, the Ocean, and Justice.

[lotusmoonbunni]

Wei Xue for @saffron-king

[bigsexxorr]

Hey guys! I'm loving the Wizard of the Citadel subclass and in celebration for Arc 4 coming out tomorrow, I wanted to share the love with seven homebrew secrets! Let me know what you all think, but I'm really happy with how this turned out!

[alexcaninnit]

Trying some new things

[rollforimagination]

Mechanic/Feat Idea

Silliest worshipper

Description: You have the ability to use Divine Intervention and all the other “Ask to your God” spells any times you want with an instant recharge only if you use it for something silly (DM’s decision) and if your God is Chaotic-Neutral/Good aligned.

Functionality: You use the spell to ask something silly to your God (another of the same meal you just had, to win a low/no reward slug race, have a nice silly hat, find a good pun on the spot, etc etc) and the God does it, then you feel a pat on your head and hear an astral voice say “Yes, sure darling, no need to use your precious spells for this” you feel warm and then everything turns back to normal, with your wish granted.

This can also work for warlocks only if your patron is Chaotic-Neutral/Good aligned.

In general, this can take effects if your deity is a momma type, even if it’s Lawful/Good but if it is Lawful/Good sometimes it will say things like “But next time use it for good alright sweetie?” making you feel slightly guilty, the more you use it for sillies without using it for something good.

Inspiration: the BG3 playthrough of @dare-to-dm (silly paladins are my favourite, use this so you can have fun in D&D sweetie ❤️)

[stilin-ski]

writing fanfic for d&d characters is like “alternate uses of this spell are up to DM discretion.”

it’s me. i’m the dm. i say it’s fine. fuck you.