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A Fey Patron covered in these that speaks through them and collects voices, words, and phrases in exchange for favors and pacts
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Margaret Tam - Circle of Stars Druid/Twilight Cleric
Maggie was born to a small town. Her father was a traveling merchant and her mother was an ex-noble who left her title and riches behind for her love.
Growing up, Maggie’s mother taught her all about the stars, fostering a love for the celestial sky at a young age. As a young adult, Maggie was encouraged to study them at an observatory in the near city. There she learned much about the night sky, and while in town she studied medicine, a more practical knowledge set in her position.
One day Maggie received a letter from her family, speaking of a plague that had begun to prey upon their town, killing the people there.
Maggie rushed to their aid, being careful to ward herself against the illness. Unfortunately, both she and her family had contracted the illness and were beginning to fall to it.
Days after death, those who had fallen to the plague began to rise, monstrous undead preying upon the living.
Locked in a healers hut surrounded by the undead, Maggie had nothing to do but wait for her own fate, be it plague or the monsters outside.
As a final plea, she reached out to her god asking that she be spared the fate of becoming one of the monsters plaguing the town.
Her request was granted. Maggie was spared that fate, though not becoming undead herself. Maggie was killed by her plague, and resurrected by her god, caught in a permanent place between life and death.
Her purpose is to heal those she can, and to put to final rest she cannot.
Maggie’s body is in a state of death - she does not breath, her blood does not pump, until she uses the powers bestowed upon her by her god.
Her wild shape and channel divinities restore her to life momentarily - though with such a blessing does come the curse of the state her body is in - still wracked by the illness that destroyed her. In those moments she is no longer numb - but it is extraordinarily painful.
She takes her purpose very seriously and traverses the world seeking those she can help. Maybe one day she’ll return to her town to put to rest those she once knew. But for now, that proves to be a great burden. A test she is not yet ready to pass.
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