He is the protector of rogues, fools, jesters, and drunks, the patron god of furniture makers.

Known as the crazy God, N’til strains all the god’s patience.

The most complex and vexing of the greater gods, N’til can appear as anything. He is the god of whims and fancy, of travelers and those who follow their heart without consulting the mind.  He is one of the few gods who care more about the human race then about attaining more power, but his attention wanders and decades may pass before he takes a hand in mortal affairs, but when he does you can be sure it’ll be at the most annoying time.  It is rumored that N’til is responsible for the many gods of other realms visiting.  It is known that he gave guided tours to Hermes, Loki, Morpheous, Jung-Jung, and other misfits of foreign pantheons.

The Throne

            It was sometime in the ancient past in an ancient kingdom, when a prince sought out a simple furniture maker.  “I am to be crowned king three days hence.  Make for me a throne of the finest quality.  Place in it these valuable gems and adorn it with golden thread and silver leaf.  If you complete the work and I am happy with it, you shall never want for anything ever again.  Fail me, or steal from me, and you shall know no end to the pain and suffering I’ll visit upon you." Fearful for his life and well being, the furniture maker immediately took his axe and headed into the forest to find the perfect wood for the perfect throne.  It was only a short time later when he came upon a stranger sitting upon the riverbank holding a fish.  Even more unusual was the fact that the fish had a hook in its mouth and the fishing pole was in the water.  Curiosity getting the better of him the furniture maker stopped to chat with the stranger.  They began talking and were soon engrossed in topic after topic.  The stranger was well read, quite interesting and had a profound philosophy that the furniture maker found fascinating.  Time slowly slipped away into evening, and the furniture maker grew tired and eventually fell asleep there on the riverbank.  When the morning sun woke him to the sound of the babbling brook he realized he had lost the entire day.  Quickly he rushed back to his shop in time to see the prince and his men in the distance.  Rushing inside he looks around to find something he can pass off as the throne.  Alas his shop is near empty as if he was robbed, except for one item.  Sitting in the corner, still covered with the burlap he threw over it years ago, was his first chair.  He was a very young boy when he made that first chair.  The legs were uneven, the back was loose, and any moment it might spill its occupant onto the floor. Covering it up more completely, the furniture maker awaited the prince. Upon arriving, he sternly looked around the empty shop, his gaze falling on the burlap sack.  “Is that my throne?”

“No sire.  I fell asleep by the river and have not completed your throne.” Ignoring the furniture maker the prince pulls aside the sack to reveal the decrepit chair.  He is silent for many minutes before breaking out in laughter.

“A fitting throne indeed, furniture maker.  You mock me with my own vile behavior and chastise me, as no man has been brave enough to do. You have my apologies.  Keep the gems, gold and silver for yourself.  This will be my humbling throne.”

It is said that the stranger that the furniture maker met was N’til himself.  That very day the furniture maker devoted himself to the philosophies he has spoken with the stranger about, and thus was the founding of the church of N’til.

Each new cleric, upon finishing their training at temple, is required to construct a chair.  The design, cost and function is left to the discretion of the cleric in training.  The crafting of this piece of furniture gives a glimpse of the priest's belief and attunement to In'tak.  At the end of the year all the chairs are burned in a great bonfire amidst merry making and celebration on New Years Day.