Lurien

Lurien, with his towering horned silhouette, stands against the backdrop of the Shadowfell's enigmatic moon. His face, adorned with inscrutable markings, is the embodiment of the deceit that lies at the heart of trickery. Clutching a lantern that casts a light which reveals some truths while concealing others, Lurien is the master of manipulation, his every gesture a potential misdirection. His attire, though regal, is as changeable as his nature, with shadows clinging to his form like a second skin.

Born of the same dark essence as his brother Morgath, Lurien took a different path, finding his calling in the chaos of deceit. Where Morgath sought power through conquest and strength, Lurien discovered his in the subtle art of influence and the twisting of perceptions. His is a domain where nothing is as it seems, and the only truth is that there are no truths, only layers upon layers of cunning fabrications.

Worshippers of Lurien are often as enigmatic as their deity, reveling in the art of the con, the escape, the unanticipated gambit. They seek the blessings of their god not through direct praise but through the successful execution of their schemes.

Temples dedicated to Lurien are rare and often hidden in plain sight, their true nature visible only to those who know the secret ways. Services in his name are elaborate affairs, full of riddles and tests designed to challenge the mind and sharpen the wit.

To serve Lurien is to walk a path as labyrinthine as the god's own heart, where the only sin is predictability, and the greatest virtue is the ability to surprise. His followers strive to embody the essence of trickery, to become living avatars of their god's mercurial spirit.