The Cleric

calm collected watchful meditative

Born and cursed under a dark star, Azathotep is haunted by the constant stare of some cold and distant, beckoning to him in the dead of night. Banished to the forest of Starburrow, he leads lost folk through the strange place and the parading grounds of fae. Twisting brambles and massive trees that darken the place into eternal dark make for a dangerous path, obscuring the many mirrored portals into the Feywild.

His time in the twilight has blessed him with powerful darkvision and the ability to create magical shelter in low light, booned by the many watchful eyes of Dendar as her single patron of starlight.

"For what it's worth...I think you're beautiful."