Names: Al-Qadir - Irashanic
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Province(s): God of Rain, Fortune and Luck
Common Symbol: A falling raindrop or a circle marked by scattered dots

Al-Qadir, son of At-Taqwim and Al-Shafiya, is the god of rain, fortune, and luck, the meeting point of fate and mercy where the world is given just enough to endure. He embodies the uncertainty of life: the sudden storm that saves a dying field, the coin that lands in one’s favour, the narrow chance that turns survival into prosperity. Where his father measures time, and his mother restores life, Al-Qadir governs the moments in between, the unpredictable turns that decide whether a life flourishes or fades.

He is often depicted as a youthful, wandering figure cloaked in rain and lightning, his presence heralded by dark clouds and the scent of wet earth. In some traditions, he appears as a smiling traveller offering a drink of water; in others, as a distant silhouette walking through a storm, unseen but felt. His holy symbol is typically a falling raindrop or a circle marked by scattered dots, representing both rainfall and the randomness of fortune, worn by gamblers, farmers, and those who live at the mercy of chance.

Al-Qadir’s influence is found in the roll of dice, the breaking of drought, and the fragile balance between abundance and ruin. He speaks lightly, often in riddles or passing remarks, valuing adaptability, hope, and acceptance of fate’s shifting nature. His champions are the “Fortunate,” wanderers and risk-takers who trust in the turning of the world, embracing uncertainty rather than fearing it.

In myth, Al-Qadir was born at the first meeting of drought and remedy, when the measured cycles of At-Taqwim met the compassion of Al-Shafiya. It is said he scattered rain across Naplica not by command, but by whim, teaching mortals that neither fate nor healing is absolute. Some claim he cheats his father’s perfect calculations, introducing chance where there should be certainty; others believe he fulfils them, acting as the hidden variable in the great design. He dwells in no fixed hall, but moves with the storm itself, forever wandering between lands, deciding with each drop where fortune will fall.