Ysldir

"You are standing on my body, mortal, you all do. How could you possibly expect to win this fight when you know not what you are fighting?"

— Ysldir

Rumbling

The Rockborn does not stand on peaks and shout commands from above the clouds. He is the ground beneath your feet, the unyielding presence that has always been and will always be. He is older than memory, older than the stories that whispered his name in the deepest caves and echo in the groaning of ancient stone. He is patient, watching as the mountains rise and fall as if a gentle breath has passed, letting rivers carve as they will until the land calls for his interference.
Ysldir's presence is a weight felt in the bones, as if standing too close might cause you to become one with the ground itself. He is the earth in all its stillness, the bedrock upon which life stands, both guardian and grave to all that walks above.

Echoing

His form is carved from stone, but no two who meet him see the same face. To one, he is a towering cliff of granite, rough-hewn and immovable. To another, a weathered boulder, streaked with veins of marble and quarts. His eyes are dark and deep, like caves that stretch beyond clear sight, holding secrets older than those who live.
The Rockborn rarely speaks, for words are fleeting and he has no time for things that break so easily. When he does speak, it is the sound of an earthquake, of stone grinding against stone, deep and resonant.
He does not offer quick and simple wisdom or comfort, his lessons are slow, learned through hardship, through the wearing away of soft things. But those who listen to him find strength, the kind that does not falter, even when everything else crumbles.
He is both the foundation and the protector, guiding the roots of the forests, sheltering the seeds beneath his rocky shield, and providing the bedrock for mountains. To call upon the Rockborn is to invoke the deep, unshakable strength of the world itself.

Divine Classification

The Rockborn, God of the Earth