[center][h2][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1130028]Evyrless Ravenwinter 
Grave Cleric of the Raven Queen[/url][/h2]

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What you know of her is limited. Evyrless is a woman that keeps to herself, often tending not to meddle in other's affairs. Why she decided to meddle in yours isn't something she advertises in great detail. "To prove myself," would be her answer to anyone that asked. Many conversations with her are like this, ending in one or two short statements. When she does speak, she speaks highly of herself. Like a true Elf, some would say. She's secretive, possibly distrustful of the whole lot of you. It certainly doesn't help that hardly anyone knows that her homeland exists, with most people travelling no further than a few miles from the spot they were born in. Ainford, she calls it. She came alone with only the bare essentials of an adventurer and a pack stuffed full with widely assorted clothing. One piece in particular is a raven feather cowl, something she wears whenever possible and never lets anyone touch.

You've never seen her fight fair, she doesn't seem to believe in it. Always the underdog, she seems to use her ability to channel divine energy like a sleeve full of dirty tricks. One would expect that she would've made a great rogue, had a few key events in her life turned out differently. But for whatever reason, she seems content in restoring whatever balance that she can manage by helping those in need and ripping off those in power. And of course, like a good little cleric, she still hunts down the undead with a righteous fervor that could only be matched by a paladin of her caliber. Though, with a few undead of her own for good measure. [/hider]

"The only cure for [i]your[/i] wounds is death."[/center]