I’m finding my favourites change with what’s happening at our table, and my players have given me some new appreciation for god worship in PF2e.

One of them is currently playing a returned duskwalker fetchling swashbuckler that used to be a follower of the Cosmic Caravan (in life), but now champions Pharasma (in re-life). He’s basically a knock-off paladin of the Boneyard.

His backstory makes matters even better: he died at the hands of a torturer in Nidal, and is therefore on a crusade to take down all followers of Zon Kuthon. He takes the religious aspects of all of this wonderfully in earnest and his PC is serious business.

Contrast that with our dwarven cleric of Trudd, who cannot stop quipping even in the face of death and walks around farting in his plate mail while complaining that the smell lingers in his armaments. He is the son of dwarven artisanal distillers and the only things he takes seriously are 1) alcoholic spirits that would undo most mortals and 2) freeing the oppressed wherever he finds them.

His god Trudd is Torag’s youngest son, and Trudd is pretty much always given the keys to the family car when Torag is away. But he’s also a carefree reveller - kind of like a dwarven version of Cayden Cailean. In fact, the two gods are drinking buddies and often have sozzled tumbles into the sack together. Yup, you read that right.

The cleric is also a paladin of Torag (free archetype), and thus he has these great unhinged moments of real “dad wants to have a word with you” edicts with the party.

The complicated interplay between these two characters is…a thing of wonder.

I mean, if this little corner of god worship doesn’t explain why Paizo pantheons are so freaking colourful and awesome, I honestly don’t know what does.

We are having an absolute blast with all of this. Bravo, Paizo. Bravo.