The Fiddler at the Crossroads
(a.k.a. The Grinning Man, the Voice at the Fire)
"Who are you?"
Friar Bristol approached the minstrel sitting by the fire, one hand warily placed upon the blessed mace that hung from a cord at his side. The man of the cloth had known many strangers in his lifetime, but something about the bard set his teeth on edge.
"Who are you?" he asked again now mere steps away. The minstrel hadn't stopped tuning his lute, even as the brigands outside encircled the inn and lit their torches. Within minutes, the building would be on fire. The Friar could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. The minstrel didn't look phased in the least. Friar Bristol uttered a quiet oath to Saint Woloft the Vigilant as doubt filled his mind. Maybe the minstrel was a traitor in their midst, a spy for the brutes outside who were about to put them all to the torch.
And then the minstrel looked up, his eyes meeting the Friar's.
And in that instant, the Friar knew, truly and irrevocably, whom it was that was sitting before him. And the Friar nearly fell over backwards scrambling out of the tavern's common room as fast as his legs could carry him.
The Fiddler is the patron god of travellers, a grinning knave who speaks to the weary folks plying the roads between settlements in Banteave. He is the cowled figure in the corner of roadside inns, the highwayman with a heart of gold, and the stranger who visits your campfire at night seeking succour.
Divine Domains
Roads, travel, forgotten places, strangers, chance encounters and fateful meetings. The Fiddler enjoys toying with the mortals upon the weave of The Red Sisters , snarling their threads of destiny by setting them down roads they otherwise would not have taken.
Divine Symbols & Sigils
A three-pronged signpost, with every sign upon it blank or unintelligible.
Tenets of Faith
The Fiddler At the Crossroads believes that two no strangers ever meet on the road by chance.
Divine Goals & Aspirations
The Fiddler is a fickle, mercurial entity, often appearing and disappearing with little provocation. They rarely entreat with more than a few people at a time, and often seek little more than good company and good conversation around a campfire. When they directly interfere with the affairs of mortals, they deal in obfuscation, misdirection and bafflement.
