Blackmire

“I’m sorry, you did what?”

“They had it coming.”

“They didn’t know any better, they’re just people.”

“So what? We let their behaviour go unpunished? They know better than to ignore their god. I did everything for them, I gave them the land, the fertile ground, the materials for them to flourish - and now they no longer worship me, thank me for what I do for them.”

“But it’s against the rules, Kossuth.”

“The rules?! Yondalla, who here honestly gives a shit about the rules! They needed to be punished for their hubris.”

“There are better ways of dealing with their behaviour than killing half of them. It wasn’t just the heretics you killed, it was the innocent also, your devoted worshippers.”

“... Well, some innocent lives had to be sacrificed for them all to learn..”

“Kossuth…”

“Don’t.”

“You’re better than this.. A god’s job is to help guide our people, to become better than they ever thought they could be, but a god can’t do that if they make the same mistakes as the mortals.”

“What will happen to me? What have they decided?”

“You won't be able to have power over this realm.. You can appear in your godly form to the mortals, but you can’t walk amongst them, nor will you be able to control the volcanos or fire..”

“At least it’s not death.. For how long will the punishment go on for?”

The first example to pop into my mind is the Vengabus - a mysterious flying bus, that some people magically get dropped from. Nobody knows what it runs on, or who drives it, or the god awful music that play from it, and yet it exists, and people collective accept its existance.

Another being the tale of Inigo Montoya and Fezzik. A man with an accent not from this realm, in search for a man who never existed, and a giant born of no race known to any god. One would think that since it’s a tale, these people don’t exist, but they do. They are real, they are now patrons, of vengeance and loyalty respectively.

Gods may be all powerful but that does not mean they know what to do with the power, or how to use it wisely..

Not every god is still down on Blackmire, in fact, most simply observe, ever since the split, but a few do remain - Mask, the god of thieves, being the most famous example. They are in control of the criminal underground, and has connections everywhere. They may not be particularly fair, but are a god of their word, which has often lead to a sticky situations (look at king mitus for an example).

Silvanus, the god of nature, has also been noted appearing in his firbolg form, to take matters into his own hand, though only when mortals destroy his lands and ignore his warnings.

Malar, goddess of the hunt, is a relatively illusive goddess. There have been claims over the many centuries that she lives down in Blackmire, but those claims haven’t been proven (though nobody has seen her since the world has been made). Known for her ruthlessness, one would assume it would be easy to spot her - just follow the river of blood.

[“Don’t you ever get tired of watching?” The masked figure says to his companion.

“No,” he replies,”they care for the nature I have given to them. That is satisfying enough.”

They scowl,”don’t act like it’s only because they didn’t burn the trees; They worship you, they’re just feeding your ego.”

“Perhaps. Who doesn’t want to be worshipped?” He smiles slightly, turning to his friend,”they’ve given me a name - Silvanus. It’s a wonderful name, is it not?”

“Sure, when you’re egotistical.”

Silvanus sighs, growing weary of his friend’s temper,”they will worship you too, eventually.”

“In thousands of years from now.”

“We’ve all been alive for longer...”

“I just,” The masked figure stares down at the world of Blackmire, watching as some firbolg’s wander through the woods,”it’s not just the fact that they don’t worship me, but it’s the fact that we can’t be walking amongst them.”

“You know that would disrupt the balance.”

“But how much fun that would be.”

“Mask, you mustn’t-“