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Tizergha's gaze is dark, heavy, and often unsettling, peering from under the unwashed strands of her brown hair and glaring upon everyone around her with suspicion. Strange and unpredictable, above all she prefers the solitude and darkness of the isolated corners of the woods. Yet in the latest days, for no apparent reason, she chose to obsessively follow a mysterious bard after spotting him on the road.

The woman appears to rarely talk, instead offering a grumble or short answers to whoever would approach her. However, despite her manners being awkward and odd, she appears to know of social graces, hinting at a past of a far less isolated origin.

In her solitude, Tizergha found the worship of Talona. Admiring the very nature of diseases, she sees them as an inseparable part of life's natural canvas, and the very force that pushes forward one's will to survive.

Tizergha possesses great fondness for rats, and can often be seen enjoying the company of the grey creatures, expressing far more warmth towards them than she does when surrounded by people.

CN/Druid

Artwork by me.

[Hlussawen]

On a windy, hot day of Eleint, Tizergha departed for Bezantur with her companion, driven by a purpose known only to them both.
The scent of the tall grass brought the familiar flavor of wilderness upon her, yet all too sweet and unlike the places she would usually hold dear. And so, as they proceeded upon one of the many paved roads of the Thayan countryside, the woman kept her usual manner, talking to none other than herself, and even then keeping mostly quiet.

The path proved to be perilous and harsh, and between avoiding bandits and fighting marauders, she felt the weakness coming upon her. Yet this time it was not the fevering embrace of Talona, but the sharp piercing wounds coming from arrows and blades. And not long after half of the path was behind her, Tizergha felt that her strength was abandoning her, and the darkness was creeping near.

Then, as if out of nowhere the woman heard the small twisted voice of a badger, and, leaning upon her staff with the remaining bits of her strength, Tizergha approached the creature, immediately spotting signs of madness and disease upon its rough frame.

Tizergha wiped its frothing mouth and questioned it about its presence.

The badger, on its part, deeply savaged by its rabid illness, proclaimed itself unable to die, and immediately offered its assistance. Naturally, in her weakened state, Tizergha agreed. And soon enough, true to its words, celebrating the pure glory of Talona, the creature launched onto ravishing one bandit after another, completely overwhelmed by its madness, and feasting upon their flesh with its small, sharp teeth.

As Tizergha and her companion proceeded on their way, amazed at the sight they fell witness to, Bezantur finally began appearing on the horizon. And soon enough the plagued badger too fell wasted, breathing its last, while bidding the woman to spread the word of the Mistress of Plagues in its last reeking whisper.

Like that, with her first step in the crowded streets of Bezantur, Tizerhga bidded herself to find the temple of Talona...

[Hlussawen]

It was late night when Tizergha's weary feet would finally step upon one of the side streets of Tyraturos, her gaze filled with ever-more heaviness than it had before, and her hands frantically clenching an old wooden staff, as if to help herself remain standing.

The road from Bezantur did not turn out to be easy, and, just as he once appeared on the road before, her travel companion was now gone, succumbing to the strife of battle behind her, never ever to be seen again.

First the woman considered resting on the soft grass on the outskirts of city, letting the pleasant earthy scent conceal her in the tall plants, a bed she was far more used to than resting in an inn.

But this time tiredness took the better of her, and, against her better judgement, Tizergha thoughtlessly headed into one of Tyraturos's inns, grabbing a huge tankard of thick bitter ale and letting her mind get lost in its awful flavor and scent.

That was when a strange man approached her, rather politely asking to take a seat nearby, and, despite her lack of response, making himself comfortable anyway. Tizergha could not say that she ever saw the stranger before...But there was an odd, almost alluring darkness in his eyes. Something that appealed to her trouble and her loss, and perhaps even something she could relate to...

[Hlussawen]

From a venture to earn a small bit of coin, the task of aiding a Red Wizard turned into a long and perilous adventure in the caves.  One that left the druid's feet tired and her mind drained, forcing her to crash onto the tavern's chair and nearly fall asleep once the task was finally dealt with and their party of adventurers were scattered around, each tending to affairs of their own.

A pair of shiny magical bracers was now sitting on the table in front of her, far too fancy compared to the old rags the woman would usually wear, and yet a shiny trinket of impressive power she could not resist staring at every once in a while with interest. No doubt, Tizergha figured, they once brought a true sense of pride to a frequently-slapped apprentice who worked tirelessly on their intricate design.

Then, at last, her eyes darted towards her companion who was curiously studying an odd map he managed to fish out of some catacomb's dark corner. According to him, their next destination laid in the Temple of Talona, which meant that the withered hand of her Mistress was still guiding her on her path...

[Hlussawen]

OOC: Chronologically should be sometime right after the road building event, but I only wrote it recently

The poisonous toads were ribbiting nearby, crammed into the small worn-out basket and staring up at her with their glistening bead-like eyes.

A small precious bundle of them, collected throughout, and right after the construction of Castellan's big road. The blessed poisonous messengers of Talona, or at least so they appeared in her mind. With little further thought, the druid picked up the basket and turned it over, releasing the toads back into the wilderness where they belonged.

The Castellan was, no doubt, very proud of his road, but what was a line of cobble stones compared to a true wonder, a creature which carried poison upon its very skin?

A quiet prayer to Talona departed from her lips, that no one but only the toads could hear. Before they too vanished, ribbiting their way into the night.

Somewhere she heard that by licking them one could achieve true enlightment. But tonight wasn't the night to try that.