Ellura watches as the rest of the party is intent to introduce themselves.  The large muscled woman, Fiona right? She seemed alright enough. There were few adventurers who would implore a Lich for assistance dismantling another Lich- then again, some adventurers were not smart enough to buckle their own shoes. This one was different, knowing to Fight fire with fire and better the world. Ellura would gladly lend a hand to anyone sincere about riding the world of 'evil' (for lack of a better term) .<br/><br/>Evil lacked balance.  As a servant of Wee Jas, she maintained the core belief that death was a natural part of life. This matter was always something outsiders failed to understand.  A goddess of death, love, vanity and magic, did not equate one who favored death.  The opposite was true in reality, Death was a natural part of life, and to force the issue or cause massive harm and pain in the process, was simply wickedness for the sake of wickedness.  Wee Jas was the steward of the dead,  and the benefactor of the lichs second life and all of her power therein, not some crazy death goddess bent on a high body count for tribute.  It's hard for the  devout servant of the death goddess to keep from curling her lip as a blessing of Pelor was offered.<br/><br/>Ellura eyes the cleric, then the half-orc ,the walking gunpowder factory, and then the scout.  The Lich  can -feel- the awkward air of unease in the party.  They all were apprehensive towards her, waiting for the bitchy comments and 'evil' tendencies associated with undeath, so she may as well play the part  of 'undead bitch' if their minds were made up.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">" I thought I already divulged this information, but for those who clearly were paying attention to -other- factors , I'm Ellura, or Vow if you'd like to keep this as impersonal as possible " </span>She cracks her bony fingers with a loud series of pops as she continues with a clear chip on her shoulder,<span style="color: olive"> " I combine arcana and martial skills , and am free enough to use these skills to their full potential,  with as little discretion as possible,  all because I'm rid of that bothersome mortal coil you've all got rattling at the back of your mind." </span>She crosses her arms after running her fingertips through her fiery mane.<span style="color: olive"> "The elemental..is Tuwa. It's a formidable scout in a pinch. It's fast...listens most the time." </span><br/><br/>She looks out to the rest of the party, and her eyes fall back on the only friendly face. The fighter mentions a Lich of sizable power, capturing young women.  This could be bad.<span style="color: olive">"What sort of experiments is this Ajax fellow up to?"</span>she fears the worst, genuinely concerned.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>