<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9e/1a/00/9e1a005c43d4b038c51ffffb68c261d4.jpg)</div><strong>Ebba Losho (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1024676)</strong><br/><em>Cacklebone Oracle 1 CN</em><br/><strong>HP</strong>9 / 9<strong>Speed</strong>20 ft<strong>Init</strong>2<br/><strong>AC</strong>17<strong>Fort</strong>1<strong>Ref</strong>2<strong>Will</strong>2<br/><strong>CMB</strong>+2<strong>BAB</strong>0<br/><strong>Weighted Spear</strong>+2 (1d8+2/1d6+2, 3x/2x)<br/><strong>Light Crossbow</strong>+2 (1d8, 19-20/2x)<br/><strong>Str</strong>14 (2)<strong>Dex</strong>14 (2)<strong>Con</strong>13 (1)<strong>Wis</strong>10 (0)<strong>Int</strong>14 (2)<strong>Cha</strong>16 (3)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>Background</strong>: Ebba, before she was Ebba, was born into a tribe of Cacklebone living on the Talenta Plains.  The children of then tribe did not have awareness of who their biological progenitors were, and were instead raised to view all adults as their parents and all other children as their siblings.  The whole tribe raised the children, each member teaching them something different until the child reached an age to choose fr themselves how thy would contribute in then future.  Ebba made the choice to learn from the tribe's shaman, finding the ritual and power fascinating.  For a couple of years she followed the elderly man everywhere, watching as he healed the sick, concocted bitter, yet effective, potions from roots and weeds, and provided the spiritual support required by the tribe.  Then the war came to the plains.<br/><br/>Men raided their summer camp, scattered them, slaughtered many and took the rest captive.  Ebba managed to flee and save herself, but she watched from a distance as her family was run to the ground and lassoed like cattle.  She waited for hours, then returned to their smoldering camp once the men had left so that she could bury the body of the shaman, burn the others and gather what little supplies the raiders had left behind.  Armed with a spear, and carrying the remnant of her former life on her back, she traveled to Cyre and joined the war to fight against those who had killed and kidnapped her tribe.<br/><br/>When the war ended, and Cyre was left a broken shadow of its former self, Ebba did not return to the plains.  She knew that few, if any, of her people would have survived the war and those that did could not rebuild what had once been.  She was not the same woman who had learned to mix earth, water, sarbon root and the petals of the smoke lily to create a poultice for burns.  The war, time and circumstance had changed her and so she traveled to Passage and made the place her home.  There, she set up a shop working as a fortune teller and purveyor of fine juju, providing her customers with trinkets, salves, doodads and mystical whatnots...as far as they knew.  She remained in Passage only a little over a month, before moving on, knowing well that that the nomadic life was best for one passing off sticks and mud as magic.  Since then, she has traveled most of Aundair, staying some places longer than others, and avoiding some altogether.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Ebba is a woman for whom life holds little gravitas, unless she is playing it up for a paying customer.  She spends much of her time smiling or laughing, often at the expense of others, frequently to their faces.  Along with a cutting sense of humor and razor wit, she has a full measure of charm, which allows her to get away with far more than she ought to.  Her smile soothes ruffled feathers and her low, raspy voice has just enough musicality to tame the savage beast.  It helps that she not only knows how to press buttons, but how to talk her way out of whatever situation she might have gotten herself into.  She has made her livelihood off telling people what they want to hear, and that requires being highly observant and understanding others with only a few moments observation.<br/>