The Fourteen

The Pantheon was built and voted on by the players. This one was made by thepsyborg. I created Tessarion with his input to keep to the theme.

The Five:

Balerion

God of Becoming

Conquerors, explorers, traders beginning an entirely new venture, maids on their first moon's blood, and newlyweds may sacrifice to him. His greater feast is the first planting day in the spring. His lesser feast is the first night of the waxing crescent moon, the night after the new moon.

He is old, a vast, dull black dragon, a hunchbacked old man with a cane, or a still-hot ember of a once-mighty flame. Like all of the Five, his dominion is the opposite of his nature.

Syrax

Goddess of Increasing

Inheritors of crowns or lordships, farmers planting their seed, traders reinvesting in a successful venture, pregnant women, and couples who seek pregnancy may sacrifice to her. Her greater feast is the first harvest of spring vegetables (lettuces, strawberries, etc) after a winter. Her lesser feast is the first quarter moon, the transition from waxing crescent to waxing gibbous.

She is elderly but spry; a large red or copper dragon, a mature woman with a cheerful smile, a brand burned down to the end.

Meraxes

Goddess of Remaining

Kings, lords, parents of children no longer babes, and merchants in established businesses may sacrifice to her. Her greater feast is the First Long Day as a winter fades, the first day with more than twelve hours from sunrise to sunset. Her lesser feast is the full moon.

She is quite young; a slim golden dragon, a teen in the flush of puberty, all knees and elbows and bosom, a bonfire just coming alight.

The secret of forging Valyrian Steel is held jointly between her and Balerion, as it is the art of creating new things that are themselves timeless and enduring.

Caraxes

God of Declining

Old men and women, sellers of the assets of failed businesses, sheep-shearers and farmers at harvest-time, and scavengers amongst ruins of those who came before may sacrifice to him. His greater feast is the last day of harvest before a winter comes. His lesser feast is the third quarter moon.

He is in the prime of life, a powerful bronze dragon, a strong man, a roaring hearthfire.

Morghul

God of Ending

None sacrifice to him, save the debased rites of the Faceless Men, but on the first winter's night that exceeds twelve hours no son or daughter of Valyria dares offer prayer or sacrifice at all, lest he take notice. He has shrines, and all bow when they pass, but only the reckless or truly desperate dare draw his attention beyond the basic honours due any of the gods.

He is a child, a dragonet in bright silver or glittering, polished black, with no flame but claws and fangs far too large for his size; a boy of seven years; the first spark struck of flint and steel or clashing blades.

The Three:

Tyraxes

God of the Weather and the Sky, husband of Vermax and Vermithor.

Dragonriders and ravenmasters pray to him for swift flight; sailors pray to him and Vermithor for clear skies and calm seas, and farmers to him and Vermax for rain and fertile fields. He is ever fickle, torn between the competing interests of his loves and of his worshipers.

He is a brilliant blue dragon, always and ever on the wing.

Vermax

Goddess of the Earth and Stone, wife of Tyraxes.

She is a brown dragon, seated upon a mountaintop.

Vermithor

Goddess of the Sea and Shore, wife of Tyraxes.

She is a dark blue dragon, racing the waves to the end of the world.

The Two:

Meleys

Goddess of the Hearts and Minds of Men.

The magics of scrying on faraway people, and of spells of love and hate, are within her domain, as are mundane insights into the thoughts and ways of people.

She is a pale-green dragon with two tongues, one dripping poison and the other honey.

Vhagar

God of the Ways of Birds and Beasts.

The magics of breeding animals with supernatural traits, of compelling the obedience of wild animals, and of enhancing the fertility of domestic ones, are within his domain, as are purely mundane techniques for similar purposes.

He is a bright red dragon, or a grey one with bloodied teeth and claws.

The One:

Shrykos

Dreaming Goddess of What Was And May Be, Yet Is Not.

She is the Sixth of Five; her domain is kin to theirs, yet she is not their equal, for her dominion does not truly exist. Past and future are open to her, alone of her kin. The knowledge of things to come and things past are hers to give, and the wise heed the counsel of her favored.

She is a thousand forms, a million shapes, most of them weird and terrible, but always pure white from head to toe or nose to tail. Sometimes, in the very oldest carvings, she is even seen as a three-eyed dragon, kin and rival and playmate and lover and murderer of and slain by a three-eyed crow.

The OneEyed One:

Urrax

God of Light and the Sun

In the Age of Heroes, lost an eye to his jealous brother's treachery. His brother was cast out (or perhaps merely fled) into the dark, and Urrax withdrew from active involvement in the realms of men and gods alike. From high above he looks down on them, ever searching for his lost brother, but never finding him.

He is either a radiant golden dragon with one eye blinded, or the literal sun.

Once, and perhaps still, the most powerful of the gods, but distant and aloof. His shrine is at the head of every Valyrian temple, but there is no altar before it. Urrax does not answer prayer nor reward sacrifice, yet all life ultimately depends on his light.

The Zero:

He-Who-Was-Once-Serwyn

God of Ice, Cold, and Night. (Also not a god of fire, alone of all the Valyrian gods.)

None worship him, and he has no feast days nor shrines nor altars. Some temples may have an empty plinth in the place where his image would be, but even this has fallen out of style in recent centuries.

Ashamed of striking his brother (or more likely fearing his wrath) he fled into the dark, and the dark took him into its bosom.

At night all dragons are grey, and so is the Nameless God. He was once red and gold and blue-white, like flames under a bellows, but no longer.

(I didn't end up using Tessarion; I considered having him be a god of plant life and green things [part of the Meleys-of-Men and Vhagar-of-Beasts grouping], but on the one hand that infringed too much on Syrax and Vermax, and on the other I sort of want to leave plant and tree magic to the Old Gods of the North and the First Men. All Valyrian gods are fire gods, after all; it would be weird to have a fire god of plants.)

(Edit: And then added another 1 and a 0 to complete the reverse fibbonacci sequence and couldn't resist borrowing from the legend of Serwyn of the Mirror Shield.)

The Unknown:

Tessarion

God of Secrets

Little is truly known about him besides his name and domain, but a few customs have developed among his worshipers and he has at least not cursed anyone for following so far. He is portrayed as an unusually slender dragon, usually carved of pale soapstone or jade, with golden eyes and tongue materials soft enough to be reworked if someone manages to discover his appearance in truth. Offerings are made to him on the night of the new moon; said offerings are often a rolled slip of parchment bearing one of the offerer's secrets, written in their own blood, and cast into the flame burning before his shrine. He accepts offerings from those seeking to ensure their secrets are kept, to discover the secrets of another, or the wisdom to know when to reveal a secret of their own for maximum effect.

By me:

Secrets kept - Those that were told, but were kept between specific individuals. Secret cabals would fall under this. Conspiracies, etc. (Real conspiracies of course. Conspiracy theorists may pray to him, but he makes fun of their paranoia, and sends them false visions with rare few truths inbetween. He likes playing and seeing who can tell truth from fiction.)

Secrets shared - Those that were told, but trust was broken and the secret spreads beyond those who are supposed to know. This can be either a single/few individuals who use the secret for blackmail, (spymasters and the like) or if a secret is suddenly told to the world. (Like when Westeros was told of Cersei and Jaime's incestuous children.)

Secrets untold - Those you never tell a soul. The only true secrets are those never shared. This he is a god of most of all I would assume. (Ned Stark about Jon's true heritage.)

A secret untold is only his as long as someone knows it and is keeping it. When the last living being that knows it dies without passing it on or recording it, it ceases to be a kept secret, and becomes just another lost knowledge of the past, entering Shrykos' domain.