Those with ill reputations, smooth tongues, or swift hands would find common ground with the Lord of Shadows. Nestled within his Shadow Keep, he observed all that occurred in the shadows. A mere step below an intermediate power, he more than made up for his shortcoming with wit and trickery in equal measure. He was a manipulator and valued subtle schemes, so artful and light that no one noticed the God’s touch. Mask enjoyed eavesdropping, and he could whisper in perfect imitation of a voice he had recently heard. Cool headed and slow to attack with biting comments, none could easily read his emotions.

Ambitions were to be pursued with deception, manipulation, and light footwork as a follower’s tools, for the bright and honest way was folly and made one an easy target.