<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Narelle_Waymaker_by_Kyoung-Min_Cho.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> Narelle Waymaker </span></strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8156)<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Human Female VG Cleric of Sharess, <strong>Level</strong> 6, <strong>Init</strong> +2, <strong>HP</strong> 38/38, <strong>Speed</strong> 40</li><li><strong>AC</strong> 20(+6 Armor, +2 Sheild, +2 Dex), <strong>Touch</strong> 12, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 18, <strong>Fort</strong> +6, <strong>Ref</strong> +4, <strong>Will</strong> +9, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 4</li><li><strong>Abilities</strong> Str 8, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 18</li><li><strong>Condition</strong> None</li><li><strong>Equipment:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li> - Light Crossbow (10) +6 (1d8, 19/x2)</li><li> - Whip +0 (1d4-1, x2)</li><li> - Glamored Mithral Breastplate</li><li> - Heavy Mithral Shield</li></ul></li></ul><br/>Narelle grew up in the warrens of Pryain Lower Town.  Her mother was a devout follower of Nelrug, and her father delivered limestone to construction sites throughout the city, hauling it from quarries outside the West Gate.<br/><br/>Wilsnak Waymaker was by no means as devout as his wife.  In fact, he rather enjoyed his nightly ale at the local tavern.  He found it a welcome relief from a long day's heavy lifting.  He also made irregular but frequent deposits at his favorite temple of Sharess, where all the girls knew him well.<br/><br/>As a little girl, Narelle hid when her parents argued, which was most of the time they were awake and together.  But her father was rarely home, and she was reared by her mother to believe in the strict codes of Nelrug.<br/><br/>That is, until she discovered sex.  Her first lover was a young priest new to her temple.  He was barely older than her sixteen years.  He was funny, charming, and very cute.  She was fresh, ripe, and unbelievably lovely and innocent.  She got pregnant.<br/><br/>The only place she could turn to for help was the temple of Sharess, which had a reputation for helping young women in her situation deal with the problem.  And she couldn't let her mother know.  And the people there were so nice!  They were much, much nicer than the sourpusses that went to her church.  She enjoyed spending time there.  After a year, she left the church of Nelrug and joined the congregation and then the clergy of the Sharines.<br/><br/>Her parents had no idea where she went, and it was virtually impossible to find one seventeen-year old girl in the mass of humanity covering the urban sprawl that was Pryain.  Neither of them tried very hard to find her.  But as chance would have it, her father did find her.  By accident when he visited a Temple of Sharess near a new construction site he serviced with his delivery business.<br/><br/>While looking over the girls, he spotted one that was simply breathtaking and vibrant.  Their eyes met, and he silently paid the head priestess and followed the willowy young Narelle to her room.  There they… talked.  They talked for hours.  And after that night he came back often, becoming her best customer.  She saw a lot more of him than she ever did growing up.<br/><br/>After a few years, he stopped coming around.  And when she finally tried to find out why, she discovered that her mother had killed him in his sleep, and then killed herself.  It was typical that the woman snapped, she thought.  Certain proof of the inherent stupidity of the repressive cult of Nelrug.<br/><br/>Suffering her loss in silence, she threw herself into her work, and now, after years of maneuvering and adventuring and building influence, she was ready to strike out on her own, mistress of her own temple.<br/>