Domains: Tempest, Trickery (luck) | Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Symbol: A coiled wave shaped like a question mark Holy Day: The Turning, the first storm of autumn, celebrated rather than feared
Sevanna is unpredictable by design, and her worshippers understand this as a form of honesty rather than cruelty — she never promises calm seas, so no one feels betrayed when a storm comes. Coastal communities relate to her less as a deity to please and more as weather to respect: you don't take it personally when the sea doesn't cooperate, you just plan accordingly.
The least organized of any major faith, deliberately so. Sevanna's "clergy," such as they exist, are usually just respected elders in fishing and sailing communities rather than formally ordained priests. Formal hierarchy is considered, in itself, an insult to a goddess defined by refusing to be predictable.
Sevanna is said to have once wagered a sailor that she could sink his ship before he reached port. He accepted, on the condition that if he won, she'd owe him fair winds for the rest of his life. He made it to port in a splintered wreck, technically still afloat, and Sevanna — delighted rather than annoyed — paid the debt in full. The story is often invoked to explain why some ships have famously, inexplicably good luck: someone, generations back, apparently won a bet nobody can now verify.
No central temple. Small dockside shrines — often just a specific weathered post or rock where trinkets accumulate — exist informally in Panshaw's harbor district, River's End, and Glintshore.
Old, genuinely friendly rivalry with Thistle — both trickster-adjacent, both privately convinced they have the better sense of humor. Ongoing friction with Korvath (see above).
Thanking Sevanna directly and specifically for good fortune is considered unwise — it's said to draw her attention, and her attention, however delighted, is never entirely safe.