Player: Jeffery
Race: Human (Azalim)
Class: Cleric of Geyon 9
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Size: Medium
CL: 9
Age: 25
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 200 lbs.

Glamered chain shirt +1, small wooden shield +2

STR 11 +0 FORT +6 +8 Base Attack: +6/+1 Glamered chain shirt +1
Small wooden shield +2
Travel cloak
Periapt of wisdom +2
Eyes of the eagle
Feather tokens: swan boat, wind fan
Sandals of the Shifting Sands

Vial of antitoxin
DEX 12 +1 REF +3 +4 Initiative: +1
CON 14 +2 WILL +6 +10 Speed: 30 ft.
WIS 17/19 +3/+4
CHR 14 +2
Ranks Only:
Concentration 12
Diplomacy 4
Heal 6
Knowledge (arcana) 3
Knowledge (geography) 5
Knowledge (religion) 5
Speak Celestial
Speak Druidic
Spellcraft 3
Survival 7
Combat Casting
Divine Vigor
Extra Turning
Initiate of Ozian
Scribe Scroll
Talqavist's Blessing: tongues
Languages: Common, Celestial, Druidic, Endict
+2 saves vs. Chaos effects
Turn undead
Spontaneous casting (air, cure)
Smite evil (1/day)
Animal companion (dog)

Amicus's tricks: Attack, come, defend,
down, fetch, heel, stay, track

Narntay's prayerbook is being updated for SOT6.

cure critical wounds (CL13)
delay poison (CL6)
dispel evil (CL13)
dispel magic (CL13)
lesser restoration (CL3) x2
magic weapon (CL6) x2
neutralize poison (CL13)
sanctuary (CL6)
Cure serious wounds (3d8+13) x2
Lesser restoration
Protection from energy (130 minutes)
Sheltered vitality (13 minutes)

XP Reserve: 1,814 XP

This is a tale that begins on the fringes of the Volde Forest, in the northern reaches of Dalgeland. It is a tale of a common manís rise to affluence amongst the people of The Empire. The year is AL 957 and Azalanís conquest of the continent is largely economic at this point... except in the northwest.

But we shall deal with that in a moment. For now, a man named Narntay grew strong and healthy chopping wood to fuel the Empireís growth. While he led a simple life, Narntay was by no means a simple man and it was obvious from early on that he would not be satisfied with the life of a simple woodsman. He was 19 when he enlisted in the Legion.

The lands of the Moelt Plain were rent with conflict between the Empire and lawless barbarians known as the Idreshim. The Chaos People rose time and again, their rage struck down each time by the machine that was the military might of Azalan. Young Narntay found himself embroiled in this conflict. Almost from the start of his enlistment, Narntay had an eye for the movements of men in battle. To him, the ebb and flow of the legionnaires as they routed the disorganized Idreshim was a thing of beauty and he found that he understood those movements on a level beyond most of his fellows.

On what would become a prophetic chill autumn night, Narntay stood around a fire in camp. The Legions of Dalgeland were perched upon a rise, prepared to crush the Idreshim village of Sagshold. The day had been marked by small skirmishes that had proven unusually deadly for the Dalgelanders and the mood was hushed. A cloaked figure emerged from the inky darkness on the moonless night to share the warmth of the soldiers' fire. He was an Azalim soldier, but little else was obvious about him. A quiet conversation ensued, during which the stranger asked the other soldiers how the day had been. Narntay, having seen most of the battle—even killing enemies himself—was unable to contain his frustration and burst out with the opinion that the Dalgelander general had botched the battle, nearly costing The Empire itís slim victory. The stranger raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, which prompted Narntay to continue. He went on to outline the ways in which the general's strategy had been lacking and, more importantly, his suggestions on how things ought to have been done. The stranger passed on into the darkness.

The following day, a runner was sent to Narntay's unit. The boy, out of breath from the long run from the field headquarters, gasped out, "Thereís a man here, he speaks of war in a voice that is second to none. He is summoned by the General." After some moments of confusion, Narntay came forward, prodded by his fellows and went with the boy back to the commanderís post.

Narntay came into the presence of the General of Dalgeland. In a moment of sheer panic, he realized that the General was indeed the stranger who moved among the men. He had dismissed the General's own strategies as the prattling of a fool. His life would soon be over, for the Azalani military machine had little room for insubordination. If he were not executed for treason, he would, at the least, be discharged of his duties.

The General had other things in mind however. He smiled in a way that was not at all friendly and invited Narntay to stand beside him for the dayís battles. He had arranged to implement Narntayís tactical ideas into the dayís battle and he was going to take great delight in the utter failure of this commoner's presumptions.

It was shortly after noon on that fateful day when it became obvious that The Empire would score a decisive victory. Not only that, but the cost in the lives of Azalim soldiers was next to nothing. A great victory indeed. As the afternoon wore on, the General began to look less and less pleased with himself. Throwing occasional thoughtful glances at Narntay and venomous looks at his current staff, the General continued to watch the battle progress. When the victory was complete, the General turned to look at Narntay, one eyebrow raised in an appraising look.

"You shall remain on my staff for the remainder of this campaign."

Those words rang true. Then there were other campaigns. The General moved with brilliant strokes of tactical genius against the enemies of The Empire with precision and grace. This led, eventually, to the sacking of Warrowald, a lawless territory held by the Idreshim. The General was a war hero of the Empire, and part of his victory was owed to Narntay the simple woodsman.

Upon his return to the Imperial heartlands the General acted quickly to grant Narntay, his most trusted lieutenant, a plot of land in Adelland. Narntay had become a land owner in the Empire based only on his skill at advising the Emperor's general. It was a triumph of the common man!

The land granted to Narntay by the Governor of Adelland was marked by pleasant rolling hills and several productive vineyards. He became eligible as a single landed man at this point and quickly married. Producing only a daughter called Thusa, he returned to the life of a soldier which was what he knew and loved best. He rejoiced in the movement of armies and the large scale conflict of battle.

His wife, the second daughter of a vintner from Thammuor, proved an able administrator and the family gained some modest prestige as winemakers.

In AL 989 Thusa gave birth to Narntayís grandson only a few weeks after Narntay had died of an ailment of the heart while campaigning in the far north. It was decided that his grandson would bear his name. Being a family of common roots, they shunned the numerical convention of "Narntay II" and instead just referred to the child as Narntay.

This would begin a family tradition. It was many decades later when one of Narntayís descendants decided to establish a family name, but it remained tradition that the first born son of any generation was called Narntay...

4 Yurthgreen, 166

Father & Mother,

I know you donít like what Iím doing. I donít want to be a soldier. I know what Iím doing is right and someday youíll understand. I know you say youíd be proud of me as a soldier, but youíve never really be proud of me anyway. Itís always about being the Narntay. Canít you just see what I want and respect that? You love the name more than the son.

Iíve left to follow the path of Geyon. The ministry of that god gives me a loving home. I will go where I want without your constant nagging hanging over my head.

Iím taking my birthright, the Eyes of Narntay. You could never see the world through them anyway!


Your Son


Journal Entry
14 Palast, 166

The weather is cold and wet. I miss home. I bet theyíre harvesting the winter grapes this very week. I wonder if mother and father have even realized Iím gone. They probably donít care. Thatís ok because Iím a man now, making my own way. I do miss momís blackberry tarts. Maybe dad has found someone else to be Narntay.


11 Newkolt, 167

Dear Uncle Narntay,

Just wanted to let you know that Iím alive and well. Just in case anyone asks. Have you been to visit mom and dad? Are they doing ok? I donít really care. I just wanted to know.

Iím joining a caravan going south. Iím traveling with a worldly priest of Geyon named Ephecles. He knows all sorts of things. During the day he tells me fantastic stories about the world and the gods and of wonderful places Iíve never heard of. Heís been back and forth across the Hither Lands a dozen times! At night, he insists I learn some simple phrases in a language called Endict. I donít want to learn it, but he says itís important. Do you speak Endict?

Anyway, I hope you and Aunt Thimone are doing good. I guess if youíre there anyway sometime, say hello to mom and dad.

Your nephew
Narntay the Younger


Journal Entry
7 Newkolt, 168

Iím in Magorn and itís been two days since Ephecles died. He was a good man to me, better than my father ever was. I do miss my father though. Ephecles taught me much this past year with the caravan and Iím ready to travel my own road, a road that Geyon has laid before me. I donít know what will happen, but I donít care. It is what Geyon wants for me and thatís good enough.

Iím sad, but also amazed by his passing. Ephecles told me to remove the dirty old shirt heíd worn since we met. As he passed, the shirt changed in my hands! A blessing of Geyon for sure! It was a shirt of fine silver mesh, stout and gleaming. This morning, it appeared as Epheclesí old ratty shirt once I began to think of the old man wearing it.


Journal Entry
21 Soldai, 168

I miss mom and dad more and more, but the road that Geyon has set for me is also amazing. Traveling ever south, through the Imgard forest for these last months has been wonderful. Iíve never seen trees like those here! The fields of Adelland seem so far away from this place. The people I meet are wonderfully strange. They speak with thick accents and their lives are not at all like those who live in the heartland of The Empire.


2 Soldai, 169

Dear Mother and Father,

Iíve learned so much since I left. The Adellands seem like another world now. I begin to think that I might have been a bit hasty in leaving. I should have at least said goodbye in personÖand packed a blackberry tart! I just wanted to let you know that Iím alive and doing good.

Iíve spent the last year in the Imgard forest living at a trading post among the woodsmen there. Narntay, the real Narntay, would have been proud! I met many wonderful folks, local and traveler alike. You should come visit sometime, but let me know as I will be departing farther into the southlands in the coming months. You can always leave word here at the chapel of Geyon though.

I love and miss you very much. Hopefully youíll receive this letter in good time.



Journal Entry
5 Deepkolt, 170

So much had happened in the last year! I feel I have finally found my true calling. I knew deep down that Geyon was guiding me down this blessed path, but only recently have I witnessed his glory. Iíve been living amongst the Erroim for some time now and they have come to accept me as one of their own, allowing me to administer Geyonís blessings among them.

At one point, I spent several weeks caring for a very sick old man. He eventually passed on into the wind, but afterward, a priest of Ozian approached and proclaimed that I was ordained of his faith and gifted me with blessed feathers of the Wind Lord.

The real reason for this entry was just yesterday though. I feel as if I have been a pale imitation of Geyonís faithful until this day. I was traveling to a small hamlet high among the Limekiln peaks to minister to the sick there when suddenly I was caught in a vortex of wind, of energy! For the very first time, it seemed like I truly felt the wind and tasted the rain. The world is a new and beautiful place to me! I believe that Ozian came to me in the mountains and made known his power and grace.


Journal Entry
7 Manthus, 171

I write this seated on the edge of a huge barge in the River Adrigo. Today I met the river people of the Adrigo, traders who ply the waters of this wide flat river to and fro across the Raurin Desert from Gamrabaz‚n to –zzar. They are a fascinating folk with wild stories of adventure on the river. They seem of Erroim stock, but where their cousins ride the open plains these folk wander the river to the sea and back.


12 Sirrimont, 171

Dear Uncle Narntay,

Iím writing to you from Gamrabaz‚n, the most cosmopolitan place Iíve ever seen! Iíve spent the last six months with the Ordeanians, a group of river traders. Iíve traveled with them clear from the sea to the fringes of the fabled forests of Fil-Garil.

When I left the river traders, one of their old wise women gave me a necklace of pearls. She claims that it will help me understand the world and curb my impetuous nature. I didnít want to accept such a gift, but the river clan insisted I take it as payment for services rendered, for I had ministered to them during my time there.

I think I might spend a bit of time here in the city and absorb what it has to offer. Geyonís path for me is not yet clear. Please tell mom and dad that I think of them often and I hope all is well with both you and them.



Journal Entry
15 Palast, 172

These months in Gamrabaz‚n have been incredible. The blending of cultures, all brought here by the travel of Geyonís grace never ceases to amaze me. Meeting Fatarim, Erroim, Azalim, and, most importantly, men of no nation or creed, has proven enlightening.


8 Windsonne, 173

Dear Mother and Father,

I write to you from the port city of Nien. It is a bustling trade center with artisans who work in ceramics and tile that are second to none! I hope you enjoy the tile included with this letter. I picked out a tile of the finest ceramic and commissioned a modest portrait of myself to pass on to you!

Iíve spent a lot of time in the fabulous library here. This place is also steeped in history, for it was the flash point for the Darkbringerís rebellion at the end of the Age of Light! It is wonderful to wander the plazas and the hanging gardens and envision the history of those who traveled here before.

Iím leaving this week to travel to a place called Granitehome. I read about it here in Nien, and it is the birthplace of Ffluedder Fflamtalligon. Perhaps youíve heard of him?

Hope all is well with you,



Journal Entry
23 Paleswelt, 174

I came here to witness the starting point of the Grand Journey upon which the Gnomes embarked. I began to see in the distance the fabled peaks of Granitehome when another religious experience was upon me!

Being a good citizen of The Empire, I know something of Elaiís church, but I was not prepared to face one of His minions in person! I doubt my own senses, but believe I have been touched by a powerful Siva of the Lord of Light. I do not know why Elai has blessed this place, but I bask in his warmth and feel my journey here was justified. I will turn back not having seen the halls of Granitehome, but yet I am fulfilled.


Journal Entry
18 Gildember, 174

The city of Galantir reminds me, perhaps too much, of home. The Azalani presence is strong here, much of their architecture, food, and fashion grace the streets of this crowded city. It saddens me that the Azalim here fail to realize they walk the same road as all men.

I have found that I prefer the company of a wayward hound I met last night to most of the people here. It seems as if the Azalim who live here havenít learned to accept and incorporate their neighborsí culture as well as other places I have been.


Journal Entry
2 Soldai, 175

Amicus, (as I have discovered the houndís name is) and I have been spending some time camping near an enormous lake in the heart of the Aardavan Forest.

After several peaceful weeks, we were beset suddenly by a group of bandits! Fearing for my life, I prayed to Geyon for the power to protect myself and Amicus from certain death. Much to my surprise, my godís power manifested in a way I never would have imagined. Shards of light sprang from my hand, smiting and blinding those who would do harm to a wanderer and his dog! All were killed by the outburst of power except for a lone soul. I wanted to let him go, but when I turned my back, he attacked anew, striking from behind! Geyonís mercy is great, but so too is his power to protect those who walk his road. Calling upon Felish to guide my hand I offered him justice in the form of my staff. He will endanger no one now. Although on the final blow, I cracked my staff upon his simple wooden shield! Amazed that such a blow from my heavy oak cudgel wouldnít splinter the manís shield, I stared in disbelief. Vowing that these brigandsí property should aid their former victims, I took the shield as my own.


7 Luindui, 175

Dear Mother and Father,

I have arrived in the beautiful city of Fanal-TÓrun! I have walked the wide streets, seen the Tower of Elai and the Pool of Radiance. I have spent days wandering the plazas of the Collegium Magica here, the birthplace of arcane learning.

They have daily tours of the house where Imbarto Bomilcar lived! The city is crowded with the tales and relics of an age gone by. The Fatarim here have halted, forgetting that a road yet lies in front of them. It is a shame that many of them look backward upon what they see as glorious days when they should be looking forward down the path that Geyon has paved for them.

I hope that the harvest went well and I look forward to tasting some of our wine someday when I return.



Journal Entry
13 Palast, 176

After my arrival here in Jiaf some months ago, I was, at first, unsure of Geyonís path for me, but now I begin to understand. It was almost a month ago now that I met Sovald. A trader with long blonde hair and a ready smile offered me a spot at his table in a crowded downtown tavern. We got a bit deep into our cups that night and a good and brave friendship was formed. It was near sunrise when we walked our separate paths from that place.

It was a week later when we met again, this time on a crowded street about midday. We decided to have lunch. It was a pleasant afternoon indeed, one of the best Iíve spent in a long while. We started to meet everyday for lunch and talked of many different things.

A month had gone by and we had become good friends when a fateful day was upon us. We decided to have lunch at a new place, an open plaza across the street from the Temple of Felish, as the weather had turned most beautiful. This was when things started to go very wrong. It still angers me as I write this!

I donít know where the guards came from, but a large group of them swept down the street in full battle regalia. They peered intently at every person they passed, sending even the most patriotic of citizens looking for cover. Their gaze soon fell on Sovald. They proclaimed him an Idreshim devil. He stood to face them, not proud really, just stoic, and they dragged him away. I was left standing in stunned silence.


14 Palast, 176

Dear Uncle Narntay,

I have witnessed a terrible atrocity! A new friend of mine, a northerner named Sovald, has been arrested. He did nothing and yet was dragged away by soldiers of the Legion. I am outraged and saddened that such injustice is allowed to continue out in these hinterlands of the Empire. Certainly they could learn something from the capital!

The incident has given me pause for much thought though, for I befriended Sovald before I was aware of his heritage. It makes me realize that Geyon lays roads for all men and it is not the place of one group to alter the path of another!

I went to see him at the holding cell today. He came to the barred window cautiously, expecting me to shun him, I think. When I smiled, he returned the warm greeting. He said to me, ďSee men for their deeds, not their heritageÖ you are Azalim, but I call you friend.Ē Geyon was truly wise to lead me to such a man.

I begin to miss you and mom and dad more and more, as well as the civilization of the Heartland. Please pass my love on to them, should you see them soon.

Narntay the Younger


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12 Newkolt 177

A disturbing day indeed. I witnessed a fire consume a temple of Virtus in Shevarash. Flames leapt up into the evening twilight while a few brave clerics battled against them! I rushed to aid, noticing in wonder that others on the street simply walked by! I confronted a Fatarim man and asked why he would not help the priests and he said to me simply, ďTheir temples here are blasphemies against Elai,Ē and then spit toward the struggling clerics and their burning temple.


Journal Entry
2 Newkolt 178

Amicus and I have left the lake where Iíve spent the last several months pondering the events of the last year or two. Last night I camped at a crossroads, just south of the forestís edge, praying for enlightenment from Geyon. As the moon came up, an old man strode purposefully down the road, silhouetted in the pale light. Without a word, he placed himself opposite of me across the intersection.

After several hours, he introduced himself as Viaticus Arakis. He was a High Priest of Geyon!! Iíve never met anyone of his station before as Ephecles was simply an old teacherÖand I was quite taken aback. Obviously Geyon had guided us here.

Almost on queue, each of us moved to the very center of the crossroads, Geyonís pale ribbons of roadway stretching in four directions from us. He removed the cloak form around his shoulders, laying the garment across my outstretched arms and he spoke to me:

ďThe horizon of my journey draws closer, although it is not yet done. You have barely begun to walk the path which Geyon has paved for you and you do so with integrity.Ē

Leaving me with the cloak and his blessing, he left with the words, ďTake the High Road in your travels ahead, for your destiny lies on that path.Ē