Minor Gods

Not all divinity in Arcainia burns as bright as the great pillars of the pantheon. Beyond the Stormlord and Wyrm Queen, beyond the Timekeeper and Witchmother, there exist lesser powers—minor gods, ascended spirits, fractured remnants of forgotten ages. Their names are not etched into mountains, but whispered in alleyways, crossroads, and lonely shrines where a single candle fights the dark.

These beings do not shape continents. They do not command the turning of the sun. Their dominion is narrower—over riddles and rot, lost trinkets and gutter-omens, abandoned thresholds and half-spoken promises. Yet make no mistake: power is not measured only in magnitude. A splinter can fester. A whisper can mislead. A minor god, when properly angered—or properly fed—can change a life just as surely as any High Deity.

Some seek worship. Some stumble into it. Others cling to existence like embers, sustained by superstition and fear. Their influence is limited. Their ambition is not.