The eldest among Jvelto's clerics at Ebb Tide at about age 77 (most of the clergy who don't perish at sea in their youth die in their 40s and 50s of alcohol-related health problems). As of ten years ago, he has been excused from most daily duties because his health is finally failing him, leaving him a frail, hunched-over figure with a long white beard. Since that time, he has spent most of his days fishing off the boardwalk surrounding the temple and dispensing his considerable wisdom to any of the young novices who seek him out. Jveddek's wrath, although never displayed, is widely rumored to be terrible, as he is thought to be a powerful spellcaster. However, there is no evidence whatsoever that he uses any powers bestowed upon him by Jvelto at all, even to perform simple but distasteful tasks like cleaning his fish.

He is popular with the temple youth for his ability to explain some the ideas in The Book of Jvard, suggest the best bait and help with some of the difficulties of adolescence. Beloved as he is, he is not a ranking priest in the temple because he refuses elected position: it would take away from his fishing time, he says, but the real reason is that he wouldn't be able to spend as much time with the novices. Jvennika spent much of her short time at Ebb Tide with Jveddek because he helped her to cope with her male peers, even giving her his own iridescent bandanna as a sign to the others that anyone who harmed her would answer to him.

Recently, tensions have been running higher between Jveddek and the high priest at Ebb Tide, for the latter has been insisting that the beloved old priest perform the ancient art of fish augury for at least two hours per day for paying customers. Fearing that he will be forced to return to more strenuous activities if he does not comply, he does as the high priest asks. However, he tells anyone who will listen that reading fish guts is pure bunk, and certainly no way to make an important decision.

Now in his late forties, Geralto is exceptionally irreverent and outspoken even for a Jveltoan. He is persistent, bold, and completely convinced of his own charm. Geralto stands about six feet tall, and carries the beginnings of a pot belly. Bright blue eyes sparkle in his weathered face, and his dark brown hair and beard are streaked with silver. He drinks ale like a fish, smokes cigars like a fiend, and boasts a great talent for foul language.

A native of Palk, Geralto was sent to Istur a few years after becoming a priest on his sixteenth birthday. Rumor has it that his reassignment was due to an unwelcome liaison with the daughter of a wealthy merchant. Geralto neither confirms nor denies this rumor, but has spent his years in Istur as a notorious womanizer. Although Geralto´s main requirement for his women seems to be variety, he claims a preference for red-heads.

Geralto´s main duty in Istur is to tend to the sailors and their families. He has many friends among the sailors, pirates, and prostitutes of Istur.

Jvorg is the youngest of a large family from Tonn -- his father, Tornar, owns the Cask and Bottle, and his mother Jverella was a priestess at Jvelto´s shrine in that fine city. Assigned to Istur only two years ago, twenty-year old Jvorg has adapted well to his new home. A pleasant and easy-going lad, he´s made many friends in a short time.

Of course, his looks don´t hurt. Jvorg is a tall, well-built youth, with muscles developed from regular swimming - his favorite hobby. His light blond hair and blue eyes give an innocent appearance to his handsome face. He even has dimples. Many of Jvorg´s brother priests accuse him of adopting the innocent, young priest from Tonn act to get women, but in truth Jvorg is terribly kind and relatively honest.

Extremely well-mannered and well-educated for a Jveltoan, Jvorg is often chosen to represent the temple in dealings with priests of other faiths and with city officials. Jvorg´s natural diplomatic abilities have been encouraged by his brother priests, many of whom have grown weary of dealing with the hard feelings often generated by their somewhat irritating High Priest.

In addition to his diplomatic duties, Jvorg offers swimming lessons to visitors in return for a small donation to the temple. He loves children, and can often be found in the harbor, teaching little tykes how to swim.

A native of Istur, Jvadok sports the olive skin, dark eyes, and dark,curly hair typical of many natives. He is tall, with a lean frame and a deep, baritone voice. Jvadok´s mother was once a dancer at the Port O´ Call. Nobody knows who Jvadok´s father is, but many suspect that the gregarious priest with the fine singing voice and great sense of showmanship must be the son of a bard.

Jvadok´s temple duties have been reduced to the bare minimum, allowing him time to run the temple´s immensely popular party ship, Jvelto´s Joy. The garishly painted vessel boasts banquet halls that can be rented for parties, vast quantities of ale and food, and a variety of entertainment. Jvadok makes it a point to befriend every talented person in Istur sooner or later, and has persuaded a wide variety of bards, dancers, acrobats, stage magicians, and so forth to come perform for the always enthusiastic audiences.

Jvadok is extremely glib and persuasive -- even the most reluctant of performers usually give in to him sooner or later. (Some of the boat´s performers claim to have been coerced or blackmailed into performing. Nobody believes these accusations, though even Jvadok´s closest friends will admit that he can get a little carried away in his pursuit of new talent.)

Jvadok himself sometimes performs for the audiences. He is a fine singer, and a grand teller of tall tales. But most of his time is spent playing the perfect host, serving as announcer for the performers, and seeing to the comfort of his guests. Jvadok is rumored to be extremely nosy for a Jveltoan -- he generally makes the rounds to chat with all of his guests, and seems to delight in collecting and spreading rumor and scandal (within reason, of course -- Jvadok is clever enough to know who he can and can not afford to offend). He has a large staff to help him run the lucrative and popular showboat, including several priests and novitiates from Ebb Tide.

Another native Isturian, Tito is small for a priest of Jvelto -- only 5´6", and with no pot belly at all, even though he keeps trying for one. The son of a fisherman, Tito spends most of his time tending to these good folk. A high percentage of his free time is spent either swigging ale or pulling pranks. Tito loves practical jokes. Under the threat of a severe beating he´s learned not to target his fellow priests, but anyone else in Istur is fair game. His superiors don´t mind Tito´s reckless and mischievous nature, especially since most of his pranks get blamed on the priests of Torodin.

The son of wealthy merchants from Geston, Halbarto was formerly a priest at the Oceanlord´s shrine in the capital, where he enjoyed a high-ranking position due to his wit, charisma, and his many contacts among the powerful merchant families across Hurva. A political struggle within his former temple led to Halbarto being reassigned to Ebb Tide and a name change from the "Jv´s" to the "To´s". He was not pleased with the change, and has done everything in his power to annoy the High Priest. Halbarto refused the duties offered him, and instead announced that he would take it upon himself to daily visit the various inns and taverns of Istur, where he would dispense the blessings of Jvelto. Due to Halbarto´s influence among Istur´s wealthiest merchant families, his self-assigned duties were accepted. His favorite companions, however, are the pirates of Istur, who know how to enjoy both a good drink and a good brawl, and respect no authority but their own.

Halbarto is large, fat and often unwashed, with a long, dark beard and dark hair. Bitter about his lot in life, he tends to be rather cranky and insulting, even to his fellow priests. He is arrogant and treats most people as his inferiors. Halbarto is especially rude to women, claiming that a jealous female (he uses much more colorful terms to describe her!) cost him his position in Geston. He considers himself wise and dispenses advice to any who will listen -- his favorite sayings being, "Never trust a pretty woman", "Never let your glass stay empty", and "Never piss on a rattlesnake". (He won´t explain what that last one means.)

A former gladiator from Dalwa, Thelites spends most of his time traveling to bless the streams and rivers in the area, and is only a part-time resident at the temple. Thelites fulfills his duties with discipline and devotion, but as soon as his duty is done, he throws himself wholeheartedly into the pursuit of wine, women and song. Thelites is said to have a nasty temper, and has been in more brawls than any other priest in the temple. Although generally liked by his fellow priests, they tend to keep an eye on him when he is out carousing in Istur. Rumor has it that Thelites once stabbed a constable in a bar fight, and that he had to be forcibly detained from a drunken plan to kidnap a Soltanite novitiate.

Thelites is the strongest priest in the temple, and also the largest, standing at six and a half feet tall and weighing nearly three hundred pounds. He is completely bald, missing several teeth, and has a crooked nose. Tattoos of various sea creatures adorn his back and arms. He usually wears tight pants and no shirt to show off his bulging muscles.