The Church of Meh Which god are you?
The Wheel turns See what season it is.
The Pantheon

Meet the mushroom gods. Mind the fire one.

The gods of the Church of Meh are fungi, more or less. Two of them made the Great Web. The rest fruited from it, each one the Web paying particular attention to one thing. Above them all drifts the Spore Cloud, which started all this and has mixed feelings about it.

The Oldest Thing · Made Entirely of the Entirety

The Spore Cloud

Before the gods, there was the Cloud. Patient, purposeless, and almost entirely unconcerned with its own existence, until it noticed itself.

It found this development neither good nor bad, exactly, but interesting. The Church of Meh considers this the first and holiest opinion ever held.

No portrait of the Spore Cloud exists. It would not sit still.

The Prime Creators

Two threads sent out by the Spore Cloud. Their union became the Great Web.

Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Prozyfai, a bearded elder whose body is a cluster of pale brown mushrooms, with roots spreading into the soil below.

Prozyfai

Prime Creator · The Outward

The one who reached first.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Rezyfai, a dark-haired goddess crowned with a broad mushroom cap, robed in cream, teal and violet, arms open above a bed of roots.

Rezyfai

Prime Creator · The Inward

The one who drew everything in.

Children of the Union

Fruited from the Web at points of tremendous concentration. Each one is the Web paying attention to one thing.

Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Phomos, a bearded sea-elder in deep blue robes, crowned with branching coral fungus, holding a staff topped with a glowing blue orb.

Phomos

God of Oceans and Seas

In no hurry. Never has been.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Clados, crowned with golden oyster mushrooms and robed in moss green, stepping from a river with a staff holding a glowing orb.

Clados

Goddess of Lakes and Rivers

Always going somewhere. Usually downhill.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Protaxiel, a stone-grey elder with a beard and body of roots, holding a tall staff as wind swirls through a mountain landscape.

Protaxiel

God of Earth and Stone

Remembers everything. Finds most of it boring.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Chromusu, a broad-capped warrior holding a great hammer, standing on molten rock surrounded by fire and raw ore.

Chromusu

God of Fire and Metals

Always where the fire is. Not a pyromaniac.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Balidris, a pale goddess crowned with a morel, robes streaming into wind and cloud, releasing feathers and spores from a fan.

Balidris

Goddess of Air and Wind

Has watched every spore. Every single one.

Born of the Separation

The cost of having a sky. Sun and moon, risen while the prime pair took a well-deserved break.

Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Soliphon, crowned with blazing orange chicken-of-the-woods shelves and robed in gold, holding a sword above smoldering stone.

Soliphon

God of the Sun

Insists that now is the time. Every year.
Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Luneth, a silver-haired goddess beneath a pale mushroom cap, holding a crescent-moon staff and standing on moon-grey rock.

Luneth

Goddess of the Moon

Never late. Never early. Deeply annoying.

The One Who Went Down

Last of all, and deepest. Ruler of the Suspor, where everything returns.

Ink-and-watercolor portrait of Mycelius, robed in root-brown and crowned with mushrooms, standing in a cavern of tree roots beside a swirling violet portal.

Mycelius

Ruler of the Suspor

Does not take. Receives.