Crefydd

To honor the cycles of life and death, the turning of the seasons, and the mysteries of the moon's phases. The gods of old are not distant beings to be feared and appeased, but rather, they are the very fabric of the world we live in, manifest in every leaf and drop of water.

Adherants do not perform rituals for the sake of tradition alone, but as a means to commune with the spirits that dwell within their lands. To them, the Christian God is but one face in the pantheon of the universe, a reflection of the same divine spark that burns in the hearts of all things.

They do not seek to conquer nature, but to live in harmony with her, to understand her moods and harness her power. This is not witchcraft, though many may call it so. It is the way of the wise, the path of those who listen to the whispers of the world and bend it to their will without breaking it.

The world is guarded by a multitude of ancient spirits and deities, each with their own stories and domains.

The most revered among them is the Lady of the Lake, a powerful water goddess whose grace and beauty mirror the ever-shifting surfaces of the lakes and rivers. She is the protector of the waters and the bringer of life, but also a fierce guardian of her realm, unyielding to those who would dare to pollute or despoil her sacred waters.

Then there is the Great Mother, whose nurturing embrace is felt in every plant that grows and every creature that is born. She is the source of all life and the keeper of its cycles.

And let us not forget the Horned One, the god of the hunt and the wildwood, whose presence is felt in the beating of the deer's heart and the rustle of the leaves. He is the embodiment of the wild, the untamed spirit that stirs within every creature's soul.

This world is also a place of many other lesser-known deities and spirits, each with their own role to play in the grand tapestry of existence. There are the tricksters that dance in the fog and the guardians of the sacred sites, the healers and the harbingers of change. They are the whispers in the reeds, the shadows in the moonlit waters, and the laughter in the call of the loon.

To know them is to know the heart of the universe, and to be in tune with the rhythm of life itself.

— Osfala of the Fens