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The Old Gods
Masked One	Dark Mistress	Ice Queen	Wolf Lord	Ephemeral Emperor
Scintillating Mystery, Unblinking Watcher, Hidden Thunder	Pale Wanderer, Gift Giver, Life Taker	Frozen Majesty, Lady of Luck, Weaver of Fate, Seer of Time	Savage Lord, Beast-master, Tree Shaper, Life Bringer	Roof of the World, Travel Trickster, Twinkling Gaze, Secret Catcher
Inscrutable is the Scintillating Mystery, the deep cloak and mask hiding the brightness within from all but the most determined of seekers. Though never speaking more than a whisper, the voice booms in the ears with the force of thunder, a primal power resonating from deep within. The weight of the ever present gaze sits eternally in judgement, shining strength ready to lash the world and scour the unworthy.	The Pale Wanderer came and spoke to the first colonists with a soft tone that soothed troubled hearts. Her gifts of ever-burning Incindia and knowledge of the Gods armed her dark champions for the trials ahead. Her task done, she departed for her mountain kingdom to listen and tend with care each person as they enter her embrace. Such is the nature of the north, that the kindest of Gods hails from the aspect of death, the release of the suffering that life holds.	The unmoving monarch of the frozen lands, the Ice Queen embodies the inevitable return of winter from the reprieve of summer. She is a grim and cold ruler, untouched by pleas or actions, be they good or ill. Her capricious nature brings rewards seemingly at random, yet always in service to some end that only she can see. From her throne of ice she oversees all that occurs and all that must occur, the weight of fate holding her to the cycles. Speaking in prophecy even the other Gods find her words bring confusion, so only the few enlightened minds can grasp at the truth.	The Savage Lord commands, and expects to be obeyed. So he has taught his Children, and so his white champions prosper. The life that emerges from the shadow of his tread puts him at odds with the Dark Mistress. In other lands a God such as this would be seen as kind and generous, providing bountiful harvests and tender care. But in the north life is harsh, without room for the weak. Only those who deserve the life he hoards receives it, and even they are tested without pause. Pleas and prayers are scorned, merit and achievement rewarded.	The Twinkling Gaze darts and wavers, spying all that moves and acts under the heavens. Endlessly amused by the living, the ephemeral heavens meddles unceasingly in the affairs of mortals. Like a delightful trickster who found a new prank, the Roof of the World relishes the prayers of humans, providing aid in exchange for offerings to shift the 'game'. When left to his own devices nothing seems to entertain the God more than tweaking the stars out of their places, delaying travel for weary wanderers.