#elissiah

HELLO THE THEME IS HEARTHSTONE:

Eliss: More level-headed than one would think, but very prone to anger when it comes to card games and gambling. (Tables flipped: 5+) Dabbles in Hearthstone, has an incomplete warrior deck. Her favorite card is Warsong Commander.

Nolan: An avid Hearthstone player. Plays MechPriest and likes to collect golden cards. Gifts golden cards to close friends. (Even if they don’t play, the cards are pretty) Favorite card is Golden Northshire Cleric.

I made a dumb doodle instead of doing classwork

Why hasn't everyone joined the 73rd yet

There are two different occasions where Eliss was directly/indirectly responsible for Garandor losing his son, Mathias. (The first time Mathias was placed in Eliss’s care and they were both ambushed just outside city walls, the second she was manipulated to attack Garandor while he was stolen away by Estella.)

Even though Garandor doesn’t place blame on Eliss, she generally feels uncomfortable around him, and especially around his son. (She doesn’t really interact with Mathias’s mother much, but she avoids her when she can too.)

Eliss wandered from the medical tent groggily. Despite the gnomish medic hurrying after her, the Gilnean woman only waved the gnome off lazily. “But ma’am—” The gnome chirped up. “You are not well enough to walk!”

"I will be fine." Her voice croaked groggily. She swayed off to the tents at the opposite side of Marshtide. Her vision had began to fail her, though she clearly made out the dark-furred, lupine figure that sat at the campfire. "Melros."

Eliss didn’t initially notice the armor. Not until she flopped into the man did she notice the change. “Melros.” She murmured again, placing herself on Owen’s lap and setting her cheek at his breastplate. “What’re you… wearing?” She lifted her head and squinted her eyes. Finally, it hit her. This wasn’t her husband’s lap.

Her head lifted wearily to Owen. Vision began to fail her, though she vaguely recalled the voice. “I could.” Eliss’s voice left her chest. Painfully. “A good thing I hauled you all the way to the Cathedral, eh? I guess you owe me.” She grinned faintly behind the blood caked on her face. Cupping a hand over her mouth, she began to cough violently.