Azarad

Azarad is the god of artifice and madness. It is said the he sits at the top of the mountain where the elves build their forges, and that his breath is what brings their inventions to life.

He also has a reputation as a dangerous and wild god, though not intentionally. He mutters nonsense words and phrases from atop his perch, and each one manifests its way on the material plane in some way or another, be it through an elf’s invention, a cleric’s spell, or a twisted piece of clockwork. All the other gods keep a close eye on him, in case he says anything that might require divine influence (and perhaps will help them regain some of their fame and power).

Azarad is capable of lucidity, but even in his most clear moments, his conversation is often peppered with unusual ideas that couldn’t normally work on the material plane.

Azarad

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