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Iyddre, the Nightborn, Mother of Exiles. Demi-goddess of crossroads, rebirth, alchemy, wayfinding and the mage-path of the blue. Walker of the Wheel, Watcher at the Threshold, Wandering Star that Guides, daughter of tides and obsidian.
Born an oceanic dragon, a leviathan of the primal depths whose fathoms were plumbed only by the King Surpassing All Kings. She sacrificed her immortality to be the guardian of those who stand between worlds, as once she did.
Of her first body’s vast rib-bone was Cu Chulainn’s barbed and poisoned lance wrought; of her scale was the silvering of the Mirror of the Mountain wrought.
She was revered by many people of old, and her image and glyphs can still be found engraved on doorframes of ancient cities.
Alas, the heresies of Glabados were as unkind to her as they were to her longtime friend, the Reaper. Her worship was suppressed for political means, and her followers exiled. Still, she persists as they do; still, she answers prayers.
Pray to her for insight. She will teach you to turn your enemies’ strength into your own. She sees the fault-lines of souls, and the goodness and baseness of others’ hearts.
