<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><br/><strong>HP:</strong>23/23<strong>Armor:</strong>+1<strong>XP:</strong>x/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Introductions<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/>The Elc hadn’t put much faith in her people’s prayers, having found it strange that, to her, they’d been a hearty and self-sufficient people who embraced their own power and became such a force that they took the very place she had called home from the Elves. Combat was waged, and the victor kept the spoils. This felt right to her. It felt pure. Prayers to some unseen deity seemed like an admission of weakness. That you had to ask for strength from some other force to do what you couldn’t do for yourself. Her death had turned that on its ear some. She had stood tall before Death, rigid and prepared for anything other than what she’d gotten.<br/><br/>She could not weep after the hug, but she felt the heaviness of the goddess’ love break through the bravado she’d tried to build for her great battle with Death herself. And in that love spilled everything she knew, and everything she’d hoped for. She’d told the goddess that she did not regret her actions, only the results. And she quietly asked if there were hunts and battles to be had out there, wherever she was going, but her only answer was a hug, another kiss, and a smooth push into the unknown.<br/><br/>The rest was garbled…conversations were had in brief snatches. Entities seemed to span time. Orcs of old walking with Elc adventurers like herself, who saw their purpose beyond the walls. They were as content as she was, having died in pursuit of something being far better than a quiet death with nothing accomplished. They made her feel better, and she hoped she did the same for them. One Orc she’d met seemed very surprised to see her, but was pleased to know that they’d taken the Elvish stronghold after his death. He laughed as he told her that he probably looked like a large green quiver with the amount of arrows that were in him before he went down.<br/><br/>It was a good death.<br/><br/>She could have talked forever, but something tugged at her. What was far away was now very, very near. Grella had begun to steel herself yet again, but stopped. Whatever happened would happen, she’d accept what came next. So imagine her surprise when she awoke as she was and the memory of her last moment played back to her hard enough to make her fall out of whatever she was laying on! And such was her meeting with her new employer…she was given the news and her current situation. Amazingly, there were few questions. Grella might not have been head of the class…ever, but the fact that some spell was keeping her up meant that she was on the hook. Say no, and she would see what was beyond the green…or keep walking until she did. She’d taken the time to think, even though she’d already made her decision. Alive, in whatever way she was alive, was preferable to not. She still had a chance to do the things she’d talked about.<br/><br/>And the way she was now? It was certainly in her grasp!<br/><br/>So when she was finally introduced, she’d stood tall and placed her hands on her hips. Her story begins anew! “I am Grella Bonecrusher! You can call me Grella though.” At that, she slid over to the side to not block Mercy “I…ahhh…guess I died, so I’m going to try to not have that happen again too soon!” She leaned over to her employer and whispered "Am I supposed to say something else?" Usually after introductions, they'd get down to fighting. So this was new."<br/>