Sihkenru

Sihk, god of the forests, with his feather filled hair, is known for taking the form of a raven. Ever so much less serious than his sister, the goddess Memnovah. He plays, and tricks, and covorts the days and centuries away. Yet for all his games and riddles, both the other gods and the mortals that worship him understand that he is anything but an idiot. At times his words, especially his endless riddles, seem to make sense to no one but him, but it is only because his mind has wound three circles around the spot yours is still stuck on. He's come and gone and come back again, his perception a mix of past and future and ever curious insight into both mortal and divine lives.

This god loves a good game, but heavens help you if you trifle with him. You will lose. And you might not even know it.