Tymphal
- Forge-Prince, He Who Engineers Futures
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| Gender: | Male |
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| Power Level: | Planar Power |
| Symbol: | A gear-wheel mandala |
| Alignment: | Lawful Evil |
| Portfolio: | Forbidden invention, artifice (especially of weapons), electrons. |
| Worshipers: | Machinists (especially Duergar), rogue inventors |
| Arelith worshippers' alignments[1]: | LE, NE |
| Aspects: | War and Destruction, Knowledge and Invention |
The Baatezu Duke venerated as the Forge-Prince enjoys a relatively sprawling cult. Tymphal, one of the Forgemasters of Phlegethos, is a reclusive and cantankerous fiend of glittering intelligence and creativity, and a reckless passion for creation. Many brutal engagements against Heaven and the Abyss were won thanks to some last-minute apocalyptic technology of His unique devising, but He scorns both the concerns of the Blood War and the attentions of Fierna or Belial, preferring to pour His energies into His next newest creations.
The instruments ascribed to Him are as often those wrought by His lesser devil legions and mortal bondsmen-cultists toiling and tinkering within his demesne. The adherents and servants of Tymphal are the dark mirrors to those of Oghma and Gond, and their creations are not just weapons of war, but the technologies of its execution: from marvelous carriage-engines to cruel learning machines.
Pride is valued highly by Tymphal, who encourages a ferocious spirit of competition in practitioners of a craft. Exotic ranged and melee weapons, sieging hardware, ever-evolving golem maniples, and more are among the regular war-weapons used by His levies and exported to His allies.
He formally detests Gond and loathes Oghma, for over the millennia the Lord of Invention has deigned to thwart three of Tymphal's nascent technologies, and the Lord of Knowledge once prevented Tymphal from conceiving a certain idea; this second offense in particular enraged the Forge-Prince, who craves furiously to have it back.
He is a member of the Phlegethosian Court; His Ducal fiefdom is Tymphalos, an industrial sprawl webbing the interior of the volcano housing his personal workshop, the Mouth of Iron. He has been waging quiet civil war with a rival Forgemaster for nearly six-thousand years after she beat him to the invention of Hell's notorious hydrogen dirigibles by only two months.
