<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>Boring, boring, boring, something to fight!<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/>It was only a moment, but in that short amount of time there came a very deep understanding of herself. The blood that crawled from the muck to become a horde that did the unthinkable was in her, and its influence ran deep. The voice to toss Valna out of the ditch didn’t even sound like hers, but it was. It was in her. All the time. To have the realization of what she was capable of was a little heartbreaking. She’d gone out to see the world, and she did. She’d paid with her life, and now she wanted so desperately to not have to make that long walk…the pilgrimage to forever with the other fallen. She didn’t want it! She didn’t!<br/><br/>Yet she stayed.<br/><br/>The smaller girl was as safe as they came, Grella would make sure of it, not because she held any particular place in the Elc’s heart, but because Grella simply refused to cower to the urge to survive at the cost of an ally. She stood against her family’s intentions…stood against the convenient reshaping of their history…even stood proudly as an Elc when there were others who felt strongly against her, but none of it held a candle to the stand she’d made against herself in that moment. And ironically enough, she laid down to do it.<br/><br/>