Placeholder: Bel, the "Masked God" and God of Thieves in the Hyborian Universe, is a nomadic deity worshipped in Zamora, Shem (patron of Shumir), Brythunia, Argos, Koth, and Ophir, alongside other gods except Ashtoreth. His values glorify taking what one wants without getting caught, viewing thievery as divine honor and rejecting work or altruism. Bel’s supernatural roles include escorting ghosts to the afterlife, commanding an undead thief army, and granting stealth cloaking blessings as a black shadow with Bel, the "Masked God" and God of Thieves in the Hyborian Universe, is a nomadic deity worshipped in Zamora, Shem (patron of Shumir), Brythunia, Argos, Koth, and Ophir, alongside other gods except Ashtoreth. His values glorify taking what one wants without getting caught, viewing thievery as divine honor and rejecting work or altruism. Bel’s supernatural roles include escorting ghosts to the afterlife, commanding an undead thief army, and granting stealth cloaking blessings as a black shadow with

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Bel, the "Masked God" and God of Thieves in the Hyborian Universe, is a nomadic deity worshipped in Zamora, Shem (patron of Shumir), Brythunia, Argos, Koth, and Ophir, alongside other gods except Ashtoreth. His values glorify taking what one wants without getting caught, viewing thievery as divine honor and rejecting work or altruism. Bel’s supernatural roles include escorting ghosts to the afterlife, commanding an undead thief army, and granting stealth cloaking blessings as a black shadow with

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