Haddrin

God of Spellcraft, Education, Knowledge, and Records

Mind of the Astral Sky, the Blind God, Crystallizer of Dreams, Divine Scribe, Grand Librarian of the Recordhall, Guardian of the Tablets of Destiny, the Master Student, First of Teachers, Who Sets Secrets Free

Haddrin was once a mere mortal. A Fir Bolg archmage of great power who held a genuine passion for spellwork that few before or since have matched, he was also possessed of great humility. Seeing that all other contenders for the title of godhood were vainglorious and would lead the world to ruin, Sigrin Haelmagner, who would become Haddrin, humbly took up the mantle of godhood. Sigrin Haelmagner is still a common name used by his priest-mages in an effort to make the divine approachable. Indeed, one of his main concerns in life and as a god has always been to make the gods seem like mortals. This is his great strength as a deity, but was his weakness as a mortal — he was unable to comprehend and unwilling to accept that to be divine was to be something much more than mortal, and was blinded for his impudence when he climbed the Tower and stood atop the Roof of the World. 

Sigrin rules all spellcraft, but he does not control it in the way that, for example, Veil controls storms. Instead, he merely governs its existence and disseminates knowledge to his priests. Sigrin is therefore a very unpopular god among the common folk, who neither know nor care about the intricacies of magical ontology. He is still often worshipped by mages and even those who cannot use magic know enough to fear its power, and so Sigrin is often given offerings so that he will turn curses away from the supplicants — though of course, that is not within his power.

All knowledge known by more than one person is in Haddrin’s domain, though the god himself cannot know it until it has been recorded; for Haddrin is blind to the Akashic Records that he guards, but his blindness stops him not from reading the books of men. Thus Haddrin above all the other gods asks that it written down and shared — whether “it” be ancient secrets beyond mortal knowledge, or merely your breakfast. For that written and shared is eternal, but that which is hoarded disappears into a record hall that even the keeper may not peruse.