"Lord of the Pitch Shadows, Master of Deceit and Evil Dreams, Lord of the Last Illusion, The Merchant of Death, The Unseen Lifter of Lives, Trancer the Cat, Wealth's Worry."
You have known me forever and I have known you. Each day we do our daily chores, so frail I came to this household, as a young teen doing the jobs that nobody else enjoyed and I would always smile and offer a musical laugh to chase away your regret of letting me do such a menial task. It has been six winters or so, the time passes as it always has and the winter crops are being planted.
A non descript man passes me in the village as I toil along with a large bundle that I was entrusted to go fetch, because I am such a good boy and I never complain. There were no quams about putting the small pouch of coins in my hands because his lordship knows that I would rather die than see him upset with me. Almost like a son I am to him and I can see the pride in his eyes at times when he thinks that I am not paying attention. The non descript man nods to me once, that is all, but quite enough.
Staggering under my burden I return home to the manor where I work. My lord is such a devote man and sponsored a chapel to Larani within his manor walls. Once in a while when I feel brave I tell him that I wish I were just like him, tall and strong and devote. The lord is a kind man and always smiles and sends me off to do some light task when I am this way.
Night approaches and everyone sleeps but me. I slip into my special clothes, the ones that nobody has ever seen. They are sturdy and utilitarian and I like them. My knife is held loose in my hand, just as I was trained, since very, very, young and the lessons taught to me were harsh and strict, because that is the way of things. Tonight the lord and his family will die and the manor will burn to the ground and this identity will die with them.
Tonight Naveh takes his prize, because that is the way of things.
Naveh is the most merciless of the gods, but is much more cold and calculating
than Morgath instead of violent and seemingly insane. He is the god of darkness, and while a few thieves and assassins profess to worship Naveh, the body of His church is extremely secretive, and almost nothing is known about it. Naveh is also called the Thief of Heaven and the Bringer of Nightmares or the Lifter of Lives as he is associated with untimely and inexplicable death.
NIGHT OF SHADOWS - A holy event of note is the Night of Shadows
which begins at midnight on the 30th of Navek, the middle of winter. The
following day is called Shadowmath and it is reported that many assassinations
occur within the 24 hr period between midnight 30th Navek and midnight 1st of
Morgat. This time is the most holy of occassions for Navehans. It is
rumored that Shadowmath is a day when Naveh walks fearlessly in the
daylight. In areas where the church is very active this period is one of
great fear for the general populace.
Like Agrik and Morgath, the worship of Naveh is punishable by death in most lawful kingdoms.