Tida'el
Tida’el (Tie-da-el), the Architect, is the god of knowledge, language and understanding, with roots in Ayr'razor. He is genderless, colourless, and almost formless.
His champions seek to add to his domain: knowledge, in a pursuit that they call The Great Work. They favour weapons of precision, able to analyse situations for what they are with swift and brutal execution. Many of his champions are considered ‘cold’ due to their calculating, discerning nature, but are all curators of The Great Work.
Depiction
As stated, Tida'el often lacks a form. It is impossible for a mortal to set their eyes upon his face, eldritch as it is, and it shifts into something that is perceptible to weary mortal eyes and minds - often, this is a bird with many wings and eyes but no head. Other times, he is a large, pure white, raptor-like bird with golden gildings on his wings, beautiful golden antler-like horns and a crest always behind his head, no matter what angle he is observed at. While it is unknown if the likes of Styx could match him in this way, Tida’el is known to have been depicted in some scriptures to be the largest of any god by many, many times. In his own realm, where he catalogues his knowledge meticulously, he is leviathan-like - ribboned at his edges and one-eyed. No one has for certain confirmed this form of him to even exist.
The Great Work
Tida'el is at once The Great Work and the curator of The Great Work, residing in The Great Work but being it as well. His form, vast as it is, is comprised of motes of data and information - the stars. It is said that a new star dots into existence when new data is recorded. They sit far apart, roiling with data, motes of thought and knowing, so potent that they might even be conscious. Perhaps that is what Tida'el is. A collective consciousness of many small things, vast and outreached.
Tida'el is not known to have throne-champions. He is largely indifferent in matters of championship, a purely transactional relationship between himself and those who would submit to the Great Work. However, just as there are exceptions to all things, there is an exception. He holds particular and resolute fondness for one champion, anointed by him first, becoming Arch-champion later in life: Elizabeth Roar, 'My One.'
For she is my one, isn't she?
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