<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/z3bjcot.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Eligia Crowe</span><br/><strong>Class: Cleric of Urguthoa (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Eligia_Crowe.pdf)</strong><br/>AC: 14<br/>HP: 10<br/><hr/><strong>Background</strong>:<br/>She was a small child when her village was ravaged by plague, and survived the horrific symptoms only to find that there were no survivors left in the town-- if any made it, they'd fled.  After scavenging for food for a few days, she fell in with an outlawed cult of flagellant fanatics, who led her across the wastes preaching their extreme views-- until the local nobles, hiding in their keep, harkened the word of their religious advisors and executed the whole lot in a public burning, hoping to end the wrath of the gods.<br/><br/>Eligia was spared, as she was but a child and, clearly, bore the signs of having survived it months prior.  After due isolation in a priory, she was allowed to be raised at a temple of Sarenrae... for several torturous years... until she finally escaped their unending "patience" and "temperance" and fled to the outskirts, where she followed strange visions from one freakish tableau to the next, slowly coming to understand her relationship with the disease's effects on her form-- though no longer contagious, she was stunted by it, weakened in ways she could not understand-- but somehow still strong enough to carry weight, to lift a blade...<br/><br/>She managed to apprentice herself to a stonemason in a nearby city where she's spent the last two years crafting tombs and sepulchers, quietly happy to be restoring old tunnels and chiseling granite among catacombs of old, forgotten bodies.  By day, she focuses on the distraction of these labors in stone, but by night she feels the tug and whisper of the beyond, and feels that these creations are but a distraction, and that clean chambers are not meant to contain the dead...