Emher

"Have you ever heard of this deity? Emher?"
"No, I've never heard of them. What in the hells are you reading?"
"Oh, it's an old history book I found in a basement."
"... I didn't know you could read."

— Two friends

Endless Intent

Dwelling in the places between knowledge and mystery, in the unspoken gaps of forgotten spells and the hidden depths of arcane rituals, woven from the unknown is a being of veils and shadows, shrouded in layers of secrecy and enigma. To seek the Recondite is to venture into the depths of magic itself, into the realms where words of power are whispered in forgotten tongues, and ancient runes pulse with barely-contained energy.
The Recondite isn’t what one may call accessible, lurking on the edges of understanding and perpetually shrouded in a fog of mystery. His robes are woven from the threads of ancient spells, shimmering with forgotten enchantments, and his hands, long and slender, often seem to pull invisible strands of power from the air itself. The Recondite’s eyes are deep, unsettling pools of black, flecked with specks of starlight, each spark a glimpse of distant, unknowable truths.

Infinite Creation

He is a master of the unknown, a connoisseur of the esoteric. The Recondite doesn’t care much for the showmanship that most mortals associate with magic. He is far more interested in the hidden workings of the universe; the secret mechanisms that turn behind the scenes. He is the god who knows all the things people don’t, and he’s quite content to keep it that way.
But, of course, he’ll offer a little nudge now and then. A forgotten word here, a misplaced sigil there, just enough to get someone thinking. He’s not unkind, but neither is he particularly forthcoming. After all, magic, like the Recondite himself, is a thing to be puzzled over, not handed out on a silver platter.

Divine Classification

The Recondite, God of Magic