fter a brief climb, you emerge within a spacious, yet contemporary room at the top of the Spire. Its furnishings, while not lavish, are comfortable and functional. The most interesting feature that draws your attention is a magnificent tome that sits open upon a small lecturn. It's pages are unblemished and crisp and a candle sheds soft light upon it's pages. With intense curiosity, you approach. As you peer upon the pages and read the text slowly, a wash of calming solitude overcomes you...and you settle in for a comfortable read.

he text flows with a life of it's own as you continue to read, and chronicles the life and histroy of the man whom you met outside. It depicts the history and motivations of this man; the keeper of this Sanctuary; Loremaster Jorel. With interest, you continue to read further and thus have a greater feel for the one who governs here.
 
 

Weapon Proficiencies: Unarmed Combat (Wrestling), Footman's Flail, Footman's Mace, Quarterstaff, Sling
NonWeapon Proficiencies: Reading/Writing (Common, Espruar, Dethek), Commerce, Brewing, Religion (Faerûnian), Ancient History (The North), Astrology, Cartography, Herbalism, Spellcraft, Heraldry, Direction Sense
Languages Spoken: Common, Elven, Dwarven, High Shou, Underdark Common, Gnomish
 

Commonly Carried Magical Items: Ring of Protection +3, Bracers of Defense AC 2, Rod of Flailing*, Periapt of Proof Against Poison, Pen of Oghma, Ring of Spell Turning, Heward's Handy Haversack
 

Priest Spells per Day: 9, 9, 8, 8, 4, 2, 1
Major Spheres: All, Astral, Combat, Charm, Divination, Elemental, Guardian, Healing, Protection, Summoning, Thought, Travelers
Minor Spheres: Animal, Creation, Necromancy, Sun, Wards

orel Floren Snome was born in Waterdeep on the 4th of Uktar in The Year of Dreamwebs, 291 NR. His father was Eldric Snome, a noble of the Snome Lineage of Waterdeep. Eldric was one of many children himself, 3rd born of 14. Jorel’s mother was Alanna Elandrick Snome, a lesser member of a displaced and dishonoured Family of Sembia. Jorel was the 2nd child of this union, of 4 total. His siblings consist of his elder brother - Rolan (born on the 3rd of Uktar, 288 NR) and his two younger sisters - Delia (born on the 28th of Ches, 292 NR) & Jannesa (born on the 11th of Kythorn, 294 NR). Jorel lived a quiet and peaceful childhood within the walls of the Snome estate. His grandfather, Arrabas, the Patriarch of the Family took pride in both Jorel and his brother Rolan, being the first male grandchildren he had at that time, and thus, Arrabas enrolled them into learning the details of the Family’s interests: brewing, distilling, and liquor importing. This was something that their father, Eldric, had taken no interest in, being a fop and decadent in Arrabas’ eyes; living the high life and spending money with no concerns of recouping it. Thus, he wasn’t going to stand by and idly let his Grandchildren take to heart their father’s examples. Both of the male children were kept active and busy learning the intricate details of the family’s trade, and slowly evolved into men furthering the cause of their Grandfather and the Family Fortune. It was at age 16 when Jorel finally began to make his mark. Both Jorel and his brother held responsibilities with the Trade Caravans. Such responsibility also included the need to travel. Along with his Uncles, both Jorel and Rolan learned the joy of travel. Over the next few years, Jorel saw a great deal of the North, The Sword Coast, and parts of Cormyr. Extensive travel began to pull at Jorel’s heart, inspiring his love of exploration...a fact that did not go unnoticed.

t was on a two month excursion to Silverymoon, in the summer of The Year of the Boot, 311 NR, that he met and fell in love with the woman whom would become his future wife, Salenna Trelbor. A stunning auburn-haired beauty, young, demure and lithe, but full of confidence and determination. Upon seeing her the first time, in a chance passing upon the Moonbridge, over the River Rauvin, he was enraptured by her. He made it his passion to try and win over this beautiful jewel. And he learned more of her in doing so, following her and watching discretely, waiting for the perfect time to introduce himself and swoon her. He learned that she was a scribe and sage, or at least in training. During a social gathering she was attending (one he made a point of making sure he was invited to), he made his move. While shy and quiet at first the two seemed to genuinely enjoy each other’s company. Over the next couple of tendays, they began to see and learn more of each other. That was when he learned of her interested in knowledge, being a scribe, and her worship to Oghma. The couple seemed happy and it was the moment that Jorel’s life changed forever - love forever clouding his mind. Then came the approach of the holiday of Midsummer. Jorel knew what he must do, realizing that he would be forced to leave the city with the returning caravan in just over a tenday, and that he couldn’t forget the woman he truly loved. Following the tradition of the great holiday, the two participated in the Ceremony of The Midsummer Hunt; a ceremony where unwed maidens are set free in the woods and "hunted" by their would-be suitors. And so it was during the festivities of the Long Night, that Jorel swooped upon his beloved, pledging his love to Salenna and asking for her hand in marriage. Joyously, she accepted, and after a tenday of celebration with her family, the lovers, and members of Salenna’s family departed Silvermoon with the Trade Caravan. Upon return to Waterdeep, Salenna was accepted happily within the Snome Family. Plans were made between the two families for the progress of their Courtship, and two years later, in the spring of The Year of the Saddle, 313 NR, on the 12th of Mirtul, the couple were married in the Temple of Sune, in Waterdeep.

hile life, as a whole, was good and rewarding for Jorel for a period of years, all was not joyous for the rest of the Snome Family. This was the beginning of a dark, unusual and macabre period for the Family as a whole. Whether by divine punishment, or by dark influence, tragedy struck the Snome House; repeated tragedy reigned for a period of 14 years. It all began with the death of Arrabas’ wife, Jorel’s Grandmother, in The Year of Moonfall, 312 NR. In her sleep one night, she passed to the Fugue Plane, and the afterlife; apparently by natural causes. But then, over a period of months, then years, more members of the Family began to meet death, more so that one would expect, and not all naturally. There was "the Night of Templefall", in The Year of the Saddle, 313 NR; Tragedy struck that fall, when 4 of Jorel’s Uncles and Aunts were killed in a fire that consumed the Spires of the Morning, Waterdeep’s oldest temple. Next was when Jorel’s parents were killed in a storm that shipwrecked their vessel while enroute to the Moonshae Isles in the summer of The Year of The Bloodbird, 314 NR; a tragic event that was particularily hard on Jorel. Then again, a few months later: a duel lost by another uncle, that resulted in his death. A Bandit attack on a Caravan resulting in the slaying of 2 more relatives, a murder of a helpless aunt one evening in the city, the suicide of another. Time and time again, the 2nd Living Generation of the Snome household perished, some by suspicious means, others not. But this dark period ended with Arrabas, the patriarch of the family, still living. Whether by luck, or some sinister trick of fate, he has managed to outlive his own children, the last dying of consumption, in the winter of The Year of the Helm, 330 NR. Of his bloodline, he and his 47 granchildren are all that remains. And he still is going strong, even at the ripe old age of 112 winters. Rumour speculates that his youth and vitality are sustained by the means of magical potions and treatments.