<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jhXAN4u.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Urd Alvasdottir (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1O8ynoWv3hwBewh_cXXFSb_hcY-cyZhjUOcJBgx9wJA0/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">AC:</span></strong>22 (16 Touch, 17 Flat Uncanny)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">HP:</span></strong>46/46<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">EFFECTS:</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">PERCEPTION:</span></strong>+13<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Urd Alvasdottir was an odd person, and she never particularly said otherwise. She came practically out of nowhere one day to start tagging along with the group of adventurers, declaring ominous words and lending her healing magic to them during a job.<em>And then she never left</em>. Still, despite her oddities she wasn't particularly offensive or anything, and proved to be oddly adept of a peacemaker and scout, even if she insisted that her fated duty was to heal destined heroes. It was her (alleged) tome of prophecy (that nobody else had been given permission to look into) that was used to point towards the Varisian caravan being of *vital importance*!<br/><br/>Once on board the caravan she did her usual mix of being amongst the group but generally closed off, her tired eyes examining people and landmarks and cross-referencing her book whenever she could. If it wasn't for the fact that she was somehow an incredible scout and spotter even with her distractions, she'd probably have gotten a stern talking to by now. The self-proclaimed priestess had grown more nervous as time went on, repeatedly muttering to herself as the days passed, until that ne'er-do-well Corvus mentioned the tribe of Bleachlings following the caravan. With a (oddly delayed) gasp, her eyes went wide and she pointed dramatically at the tiefling man.<br/><br/>"They cannot be taken lightly! They are no mere bandits and scoundrels, but seek to explicitly stop us from reaching our destiny!" The overdramatic young lady began to tear up, clutching the book to her chest. This wasn't exactly an uncommon circumstance, and certainly not a serious one since she'd regularly foretold her own death at least a dozen times by now, only averted by the 'fated champions'. "They will strike at night, relying upon sabotage! We must be wary!"<br/><br/>The girl in dark robes twitched, her hand making an abortive gesture towards the rather hefty-sized revolver at her hip, before moving up to run through her hair.<br/><br/>"I would not dare to take a watch away from my betters," she began, again ignoring her abnormally sharp senses. "But if you command me to do so then I shall do my best to protect you all."