Elena Briarwood
It was a sunny morning in the hamlet of New Destonia, about 7:00 in the morning. Per the norm, Elena woke up with a long stretch and a hopeful smile, what could go wrong with a sunny day? She folded up her bedroll and donned her priestess robes, a modest white outfit accessorized with a wooden symbol of the Mother she wore about the neck. She was expecting a few more arrivals today, and she hoped that they'd be able further help their cause. She spun in a slow circle, surveying the entire town being built under her instruction. She sighed and thought to herself, "No word from Brother Gradus yet... I'm starting to doubt if they're going to send any other ecclesiastical help at all. I'll just have to rely on what I have. It's hard to keep your spirits high knowing you've basically been sent on a suicide mission..."
With these thoughts consuming her, Elena kneels in front of the shrine, beginning her morning prayers to the Mother.