Strictly speaking, by human standards, few of Coriel's gods could truly be called competent and responsible.
For by now, they had all become masters of their respective domains. So long as they did not suffer utter annihilation, most of them lived carefree, or rather, had sunk into depravity beyond redemption.
Mystra fooling around with her Chosen every day could only be considered a small, half-public private hobby.
Anyone who had looked into the tangled mess of relationships within the elven pantheon would surely think Mystra was still a pure and kind-hearted good girl.
More than two thousand years ago, during the age of Netheril, Coriel still had a whole host of pantheons, and gods from different pantheons holding the same divine portfolios were everywhere.
Take the portfolio of war, for example. The God of War of the Netheril pantheon was named Garagos, while the Talfiric Pantheon also had a God of War named Tempus.
They were not the only two Gods of War, merely the two most powerful at the time.
In the end, although Garagos was defeated, Tempus did not choose to wipe him out root and branch. Instead, he took him in as a subordinate deity, which was why this secret history had more or less been preserved.
In that mad era, similar events played out across the heavenly realms and even among the various planes. Yet the other gods were not as fortunate as Garagos.
Nor did every god possess Tempus's magnanimity and foresight.
Most of those losers were utterly extinguished, leaving behind no trace—not even a name—until all existence forgot them.
The conflicts between gods were far crueler than mortals could ever imagine.
The most famous example was the ancient sun god Amaunator. Like the Netheril Empire, he had once blazed at the height of his