Corgul: All Corgulians are self-righteous bigots. Corgulians believe littering to be a capital offence. Inquisitors are Corgulians and all the best torture equipment is made by Corgulian craftsmen. Corgulians have been known to do a little side line in writing history for the winners and brain-washing the young with a new mesmerising technique they invented called 'educashon'.

Sahmen: The Sun God's followers are by and large pyromaniac psychopaths who enjoy nothing more than a good witch burning. When witches are in short supply any one who 'looked at them funny' will do. Sahmenites habitually drool and are a great argument for not inventing matches.

Trolin: The Goddesses followers claim to be interested in healing but are, by and large, perverts who were too ugly to get in with the Suoconan crowd and really just want an excuse for nosing their way under your tunic. Trolinites habitually loot their victims before healing them and it is not unusual for them to surgically extract gold teeth, rings, and the like to cover their fee.

Suocona: Love, love, love is all you need. Yeah right! No goat is safe passing by the sort of temples this crowd maintain. And all that happy clap stuff about art and poetry! It's all a front, they want to do strange things to you with large root vegetables - run!!

Morana: It would be nice to say that all Moranans are not beardy sandle-wearing tree huggers. It would be nice, but it wouldn't be true. All Moranans have beards, even the women have hook-on ones. You can always tell a Moranan by the bark pattern embedded in their foreheads from all that tree-hugging and by the nervous twitch of their hands - longing to be back at that rafia work. The only good thing to be said about Moranans is 'reacreational drugs'. Don't believe any Moranan who tells you they're not an addict.

Haquar: What can one say about Haquarians? Obviously they're all megalomaniacs. Nobody is more likely to stab their best friend in the back than a Haquarian. Which is why no Haquarian has ever had a friend. Anything else? Well they obviously like dressing up and have a thing about staffs - so in that sense they're not entirely dissimilar to Orthians. THE one defining characteristic of followers of Haquar though is Body Odor. All Haquarians disolve on contact with water and therefore none of them bathe. Any who fail to disolve are liars (cf Corgul).

Orth: The steriotype Orfian carries a big axe, loads of scar tissue and plenty of attitude. In reality all Orthians are homosexual and most battles are faked. It is a well known fact that if one were to look under any Orthian's battle-plate (cf Suoconans and Trolinites) one would be greeted with a fine display of frilly womens' undergarments.

Dianodus: The faith of Dianodus attracts only pedants, smug gits and the extremely naieve. The best opening line in any debate with a Dianodian is a solid punch on the nose. Under no account lend money to a Dianodian. Most Dianodians moonlight in casinos.

Somol: This is where the boring people go. The followers of Somol are without doubt the dullest people on earth. Talking about the weather is where it's at for these paragons of tedium. If you ever get snared into conversation with one of these bores then whip out a map and show him that small island in the northern ocean where the people who care live.

Trorindar: At first sight its and odd mix, astronomers, astrologers, werewolves and jolly jack tars. Not a bunch you might think with too much in common. And you'd be right. Trorindar's sole function is to take on those who really feel they need a deity but can't get accepted into any other church.

Drasci: The followers of Drasci are the most honest of all Saturnalians. Everyone steals stuff - they're the only ones to admit it. By and large Drasci-ites are excellent company and fine fellows to boot. They may do a sideline in assassination and kidnapping but who amongst us can honestly hold out hand in the air and claim not to have done the same when we were younger?

Egar-Colmetch: Money is the root of all evil and Egar-Colmetch is the most evil of gods. These people have already sold your grandmother. After shaking hands with an Egar-Colmetchian don't just count your fingers, check your internal organs too. Remember that under those portly velvet robed exteriors beat hearts far colder than those of the most skull-hung undead monarch.

Destu: 'Will the last one out turn out the lights?' Seems like a reasonable creed. Why this lot get such a bad press is one of the great mysteries. The faith was created as a joint venture between a Trolinite and a follower of Egar-Colmetch one wanting to cut down on the incidence of sunburn and skin cancer, the other interested in cornering the market in vitamin D sales. Unfortunately some people took it seriously and the rest is history - just not the kind the Corgulians write.

Renchu: Well frankly it's going to happen isn't it. We're all going to die and the followers of Renchu are just far sighted enough to see where their best interestes lie. Four score years and ten in the flesh then an eternity in Renchu's Kingdom, stands to reason that you'd better chum up to The Man! The faith was originally founded by a break-away sect of Egar-Colmetchians interested in long term investments. Necromancy was in its infancy simply a device to prevent workers idling off - damned unions were claiming that being dead was a reasonable excuse for taking the day off!