The Pantheon

The Pantheon are the gods of Kalyazin. Twenty gods make up the pantheon.

Description
The gods speak a holy language that humans can only understand if the gods grant it. The gods tend to bicker amongst themselves. They each have their own power and magic that they can bestow on a human. While carvings and paintings depict them in their human forms, no one actually knows what they look like. No cleric, saint, or priest has ever looked upon the faces of the gods.

Some of the gods have become fallen gods. According to the Books of Innokentiy, their names are lost to time. They were gods of chaos, trickery, deceit, and chance. They were destroyed by Marzenya, Veceslav, Peloyin, and Alena.

The old gods are considered the purest of the gods. They are all fallen gods. Some were thrown out during the last divine war. Some were buried under the earth, bound in chains. Some were killed, but nothing divine stays dead for long.

The Gods

 * Marzenya: Magic, sacrifice, winter, death
 * Veceslav: War, protection
 * Zbyhneuska: Health, prosperity, well being
 * Zvonimira: Light
 * Alena: The sun
 * Zlatek: Silence
 * Devonya: The Hunt
 * Vaclav: Forests, truth
 * Bozidarka: Vision, foresight
 * Bozetjeh: Wind, speed
 * Krsnik: Fire
 * Horz: Heavens, stars
 * Omunitsa: Water, rivers
 * Nevenka: Weather
 * Myesta: The moon
 * Peloyin: Storms
 * Kazimiera: Unknown

The Fallen Gods

 * Velyos: The dead
 * Chyrnog: Entropy, chaos; one of the old gods
 * Zlatana: Swamps, marshes
 * Zvezdan: Deep waters
 * Ljubica: Unknown
 * Cvjetko: Unknown
 * Rohzlav: Unknown; one of the old gods
 * According to The Volokhtaznikon, Rohzlav watches Chyrnog from the shadows, as the one hungers, the other delights in the act of starvation.
 * Nyrokosha: Darkness; one of the old gods
 * Valyashreva: Unknown; one of the old gods
 * According to The Volokhtaznikon, she waits to rake her plague back over the land. There is no record of her death or containment.
 * Morokosh: Unknown; one of the old gods
 * According to The Volokhtaznikon, he needles his fingers like icicles into the minds of humans, driving them into frenzies so deep that one young girl might slaughter an entire village on her own.