More Tales from the Gods' Tavern
The word of Mercury (aka "Last time, on Superfriends...") :
From the Temple of Mercury, news of the group colloquially known as "deus novus" or "falsus deus" (depending on who you ask) makes it's way through Rome. The details differ, but the general story remains the same; all of them seem to be suffering from some manner of strife or woe. Of Cercyon, there are tales of involvement with the Daughters of Vesuvius - whether he has struck a bargain or is fighting them is uncertain. The more lascivious whispers are that Cercyon has courted Vesuvius' Daughters in some manner of bargain to benefit both gods - Cercyon gains legitimacy within the Roman pantheon, but what Vesuvius would have to gain from such a thing is unknown. In addition, there are rumors that he has taken a god calling himself Saturnia under his wing. Saturnia seems to be a child of Dionysus, and precious little is known of him, but his temple is near Cercyons' and shares some architectural flairs. There are also bloody deeds associated with Cercyon, as the Cabieri cult appear to have declared Cercyons' ways and teachings to be an affront, and they appear to have pledged to bring the upstart low.
Morpheus also has two plagues which surround him; he and his followers have slept their way through the seasons' tax collection and are now having a great deal of trouble with the bureaucracy that sustains and maddens many. The second plague is one of absence - initially he was never without a woman known to hail from the furthest east, but now he is seen without her, and there is seemingly always darkness upon his brow. It would seem that he relied on her heavily for counsel, as his highest priests are also seemingly uncertain of the correct action. It would seem that his duties and attention may be wandering until this woman returns to his side.
Of Mors, there is very little detail. Few dare to even speak her name, for much like The Rich Father, The Guiding Lady may appear to guide you to the afterlife if you speak her name overtly. Or casually. Or at all. The words from her temple are few, but filled with violence, as she has raised the ire of some group. Whoever they are, they must be bold or have a patron more powerful than hers. The sober mind shudders at such thought of such an enigma.
Siobháns' trials are the most outspoken, as she is the most outwardly foreign of them. It is said, but not proven, that the Riders of Doom have set their eyes upon her encampment outside the walls and have declared it to be the first test for what awaits them in Germania. Of course, the very existence of the Riders of Doom is a matter for debate, but there is no debate that violence has come to the encampment where she speaks of the ways of other lands, and the strength of their war. A fitting test.
