[center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjE5OC40MzkwNjMuUzJGbGJHaHRiM0ksLjA,/qwigley.regular.webp[/img] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1007015292976771243/1015356358972944444/yoshua_light_hidden_in_the_shadow_of_a_silhouette._silhouette.__57e8d167-99c3-413c-8483-3f63c1f4be5b.png[/img][/center][center][h3][hr][sup][color=#439164]Seer of Masked Light[color=#F2A802]⇂↿↾⇃[/color]Lord of Lies[color=#F2A802]⇂↿↾⇃[/color]Master of Illusions[color=#F2A802]⇂↿↾⇃[/color]He of Many Names[/color][/sup][/h3][sup][sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/g3AJZo1.png[/img][/sup][/sup][/center][center][sup][color=#439164][b]“Did I lie? Ah, but you’re asking the wrong question.”[/b][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suS4_sg_3AM][color=#439164]Theme I[/color][/url] [color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=so8V5dAli-Q][color=#439164]Theme II[/color][/url] [color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asV1S7KMtU0][color=#439164]Theme III[/color][/url][/sup][/center][hr][hr][center][hider][sup]K A Y L - M O R E[/sup] [h3][color=#F2A802]Aspect[/color] [sup][color=#F2A802]♦[/color][color=#439164]Deception[/color][color=#F2A802]♦[/color][/sup][/h3][color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [indent][indent]Though many would have you believe otherwise, reality does not bow to the senses and it is from this essential truth that Deception is born. The Aspect of lies, be it through falsehoods or omission, Deception can confound the senses, obscure the truth, or replace facts with all-too-believable falsehoods. Wielding this power, the Lord of Lies–the Seer of Masked Light–is capable of conjuring illusions, misleading the thoughts of others through clever omission, and indeed constructing falsehoods so believable that they are difficult to detect. Embodying this power, Kaelhmor is the Trickster God, the Master of Illusions, and the Lord of Lies. With this Aspect he will deceive the world and so lead it according to his aims.[/indent][/indent] [h3][color=#F2A802]Persona[/color] [sup][color=#F2A802]♦[/color][color=#439164]Charismatic[s] [color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [/s]Clever[s] [color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [/s]Dishonest[/color][color=#F2A802]♦[/color][/sup][/h3][color=#F2A802]♦[/color][color=#F2A802]♦[/color][color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [indent][indent]An enigmatic and thoughtful being of endless guile, Kaelhmor is not the sort of person that one would immediately identify as a liar or a scoundrel. Far from it, in fact, for he is at his face, a charming and silver-tongued deity, a being who chooses each and every word with effortless care. He is intelligent and has a gaze that stretches far beyond the present and into the moments that follow long after his path has crossed with yours. He is slow to anger, easy to amuse, and often gentle even in his manipulations. He is not–as one might think–a compulsive liar and rather is quite pleasant to treat with. However, be warned, for Kaelhmor is still the Lord of Lies and while he is not compelled to falsehoods, he can lie more easily than mortals breathe, more readily than gods create or destroy, and to attempt to discern his true intent is a thing nearing impossibility. Further, while the Seer is slow to anger, his fury is no less terrible than any other god’s and thus one ought be wary of insulting him.[/indent][/indent] [h3][color=#F2A802]Myth[/color][/h3][color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [indent][indent][hider=_]Aniryn woke that morning with a fire beneath his feet, driving him from his bed with great vigor, yet it was not to shy from heat but rather to exploit the energy it provided. Moving through his morning routine, he dressed before departing his home. He greeted his neighbors as he closed his door, slinging a pack over his shoulder as he did so. The blue-eyed man pushed the damp mop of his black hair from his eyes as he surveilled the small settlement in the early morning. Many men and women were up despite the hour, getting about their morning chores and errands before the day's heat beat down upon their heads. Intent on using every minute well, Aniryn joined them, moving with purpose as he greeted each and every one of his fellow villagers. He'd taken up residence in the town some months ago, and now, having nested for such a time, he'd deemed this the day that things would truly begin. So as he moved through the sparse crowd and greeted his many neighbors with friendly 'good mornings' and glad tidings of the new day, he likewise slipped in suggestions of business later on. Having sewn the seeds of commerce for many moons, he would finally begin to reap his rewards as he opened up shop in the village square and gently coaxed his fellow man beneath the awnings of his small open-air shop. The first two men to approach did so with their wives beside them, the men pretending at disinterest while the women admired his wares. Necklaces and earrings, pretty baubles for adornment, but the most prized of his creations lay hidden and out of sight as he waited to strike. Eventually, the two couples decided on a necklace and a bracelet respectfully, but before they could entirely depart, he companionably snared one husband's shoulder and whispered to the man conspiratorially. "You know, I do have something that might catch your discerning eye," Aniryn said with a small smile and a twinkle in his eye. The man narrowed his gaze as he replied. "I have no interest in your trinkets, Aniryn." Aniryn held his hands up defensively, placating. "Ah, no mere trinkets, I'd not bother you with anything like that." The husband raised an eyebrow, interest piqued, and turned to follow the merchant as they returned to his stall, just the two of them. Carefully, Aniryn unveiled the chest behind his table, then slowly opened its lid, revealing a small arrangement of rings and what at first appeared to be bracelets. The man glanced Aniryn's way, scoffing, "I thought you said you wouldn't be wasting my time." Aniryn shook his head. "Never, sir, I don't waste the time of my valued customers." Picking up one of the rings, Aniryn turned it over for the man to see the masterful craftsmanship. The man narrowed his eyes, "It is well made, I must admit, but that's hardly anything special." Aniryn chuckled, "Well, it must [i]at least[/i] be well made to be something worthy of you sir. However, its value is not in its appearance but in its function. With this ring, nothing will be out of your reach, sir." "Hah, surely you jest. There is no such magic as this." Aniryn only smiled, "Tell you what, I'll ask only a pittance of what you paid for your wife's jewelry, but if it does work...spread the word." For a long several moments, the man watched Aniryn's expression as if looking for the scheme, but he found nothing. So, after another moment's hesitation, he paid for the ring and departed. Long after he was gone, Aniryn chuckled to himself and turned back to coaxing others to his shop. --- For the husband--Telor's--part little of note happened on his way home. Though he did happen upon some dropped coinage that surely brightened their day. When Telor and his wife Lin arrived at their house, however, something was different. There was a small crowd gathered, staring at his home as if in awe. Confused--though flattered--Telor spoke with them for a time, finding that they'd been stricken by the renovations they had made. Yet, Telor could not recall any changes at all. When he'd managed to get his neighbors to disperse and enter the house, all was as they left it. Days passed, and things were always subtly better. People treated him and his family with more grace. Sometimes giving him gifts for no reason. The feud between him and the Hershells family ended, and they feasted together without a single screaming match, let alone any blows being thrown. Even his wife seemed to nag him less. Yet...Telor did not keep his promise, and eventually, he one day took the ring off to bathe. Soon it was as if the world had turned harsh upon him. He slipped and fell in the bath, hurting his knee; one of the Hershell boys started a fight with his young son, leaving bruises and several unsightly gashes. Some men and women of the village even left nasty letters at his doorstep. Yet...he was unable to find the ring as if it had disappeared entirely. Desperate, Telor returned to Aniryn's shop, this time alone. Aniryn smiled and greeted Telor the same as always, but Telor took him in his hands and shook the merchant, rambling on about how he was cursed, about how Aniryn must have come and stolen the ring from him. Aniryn shrugged and gave him a small smile as he admitted that it was true. "I did take the ring back. After all, you didn't keep your end of the bargain." Telor gapped and raised a fist, but Aniryn put a hand gently on his shoulder. "There's no need for that; we're friends, aren't we? Tell you what, you pay for the ring full price, and it is yours. I'll bother you no more. However, as before, you must spread the word of my wares." Telor hesitantly agreed, desperate to go back to the idyllic life that apparently the ring had allowed him. So, he paid his fee, donned the ring, and vowed to tell others of Aniryn's wonders. In the days that followed, his life improved marginally, bit by bit, but it never seemed to be the miraculous thing that he'd known before. No, he was far too paranoid for that. Still, Aniryn's shop became the bustling center of the town, his already stellar reputation coupled with Tellor's kind words bringing much of the village's population to his doorstep--so to speak. Soon, everyone had some bauble or trinket from his shop, all at full price though some thought themselves saving money in the transaction. Aniryn was good like that. With time the village grew such that it no longer could be governed simply by rumors and the whims of the commonfolk. So it was that a man named Chaisyl was raised to power. Now the governor, Chaisyl was shrewd and always on top of the gossip and the village's needs. Best of all, though, he'd purportedly bought the foremost of Aniryn's unique pieces. His was a necklace that he hid beneath his garments, never removing it from his flesh. Yet, there was something that the townspeople began to notice about Chaisyl. He was off somehow. Though he wasn't displeasing to look upon, he wasn't precisely charming either, nor was he particularly well-spoken. Yet, all who walked away from their encounters with him found themselves feeling reassured. Yet, the village's functioning slipped somewhat, and its growth slowed. Eventually, Aniryn's shop closed up, and he said his farewells. One night, eight years later, a mischievous teen found his way into the governor's office where he found numerous documents...forged or falsified. He found evidence of the man's lies. His subtle manipulations, his impossible assurances. There was a riot, the man was strung up in the field at a tree, and the villagers moved along with their lives. But they were all less joyful for having killed the governor, but none of them could figure precisely why. Eventually, people came to doubt Aniryn's leftover jewelry, his rings and bracelets, and necklaces too. With the passing of days, they were discarded, and though nothing changed, everything was different. Neighbors were less kind to one another, crops seemed less bountiful, days less warm, while nights were colder. The world was bleaker, perhaps. Yet, none of them quite knew why. They never would. Perhaps one day, a story would be told of the place and how the Lord of Lies had walked among them, but it was anyone's guess as to who they might have been. Aniryn? The governor? Perhaps it had been one of the wives who had drawn the husband's attention to Aniryn's shop. Perhaps it had been the Hershell boy who might have fibbed about Chaisyl's documents. It was impossible to say. Nonetheless, it would leave Kaelhmor in the minds of men for a long time, even if they had no name by which to call him nor a face to ascribe to his existence. Perhaps one day that would change. Perhaps.[/hider][/indent][/indent] [h3][color=#F2A802]Visage[/color] [sup][color=#F2A802]♦[/color][color=#439164]True Form[/color][color=#F2A802]♦[/color][/sup][/h3][color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [color=#F2A802]♦[/color][indent][indent]Many faces, many forms, Kaelhmor is a being who is, by his nature, difficult to ascribe any singular appearance. Nonetheless, he does possess a favored form, which is depicted below. [hider=_][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1007015292976771243/1015361051707047966/yoshua_god_of_deception._face._Seer_of_Masked_Light._Gold._Dark_bebbf8cf-1306-4dee-9330-95068d776922.png[/img] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1007015292976771243/1015356358972944444/yoshua_light_hidden_in_the_shadow_of_a_silhouette._silhouette.__57e8d167-99c3-413c-8483-3f63c1f4be5b.png[/img][/center][/hider][/indent][/indent][h3][sup][color=#F2A802]♦[/color][color=#439164]Facade[/color][color=#F2A802]♦[/color][/sup][/h3][color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [color=#F2A802]♦[/color] [indent][indent]Unnamed and numberless are the countless guises of Kaelhmor. [hider=Additional Arts]More may be added in the future.[/hider][/indent][/indent][/hider][/center]