<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/DEdcyEB.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Grella Bonecrusher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342165.msg16270236#msg16270236)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Elc Barbarian<br/><strong>HP:</strong>17/23<strong>Armor:</strong>+1<strong>XP:</strong>x/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>+1 to find Mimic (Lore roll)<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Dead<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: 16 (+2)    Constitution: 15 (+1)<br/>  Dexterity: 13 (+1) Intelligence: 9 (-) Wisdom: 8 (-1)  Charisma: 12 (-)  Damage: D10<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Brightness. Flames. Burning. Nothing. The blackness that surrounded Grella seemed ever-changing. Almost moving around her…through her…like a constant wave of darkness. She did not fear the dark. She feared, quite honestly, the light. In death, the memory seemed that much more visceral. The green star and the long march. The pilgrimage to nothing. She feared falling to the status of ordinary and being forced to walk with no end in sight, and even as death appeared, the shaking she felt was not in fear of the bride. She feared what lied beyond. She could only nod as her presence was acknowledged as a repeat. She seemed to mutter incoherently to Death’s statement, unsure how to act. She knew what happened. She made her choice, which means she had to deal with the consequences.<br/><br/>The kiss was strange, but it was the other time as well. She felt lips that weren’t there, but she hadn’t really the chance to process it, not with the tearless sobs slowly escaping her. “I…I can’t seem to get this living thing right…” she laughed a little and accepted the hug for all it was worth. Thick arms enveloping even Madam Death herself. “I wanted a life worthy of song…” she said before parting with a smile “I guess I had to make it a death instead.”<br/><br/>