When Alicia was 17 years old she was chosen as a cleric by Shelyn, upending her entire life. The child of a tavernkeeper, she grew up knowing more than most about the world, but while Halmyris wasn't exactly a large city it was more than enough to it was more than enough to give her several traumatizing firsthand experiences of seeing heretics burned alive whenever the inquisition found them. Once she was able to put together the combination of her sudden healing abilities and her musical combinations with her new patron, she knew she would join them in their fate if she was ever caught - and with a malediction first, to ensure such traitors didn't escape Asmodeus in death.

For a week, she considered flight - Andoran, she knew from the tales of her father's fellow veterans when they dropped by, did not serve Hell, and perhaps she might find safety there. But Andoran was hundreds of miles away, and she did not know the route - she had never gone more than a day's travel from the town before, and even that only a handful of times. Gathering supplies without being noticed was also no easy task, and eventually her worry overcame her and she gave it up as a bad job. She took solace in the fact that Lady Shelyn would not have chosen her as a cleric if it was hopeless, and settle in to a life of small deeds. Whenever someone got to talk that the church wouldn't approve of after getting too far into their drinks, she made sure to distract people, and get the offender somewhere their words wouldn't get them killed. Her songs were too conspicuous to use, but she could slip around in the dead of night to help people too poor to afford the church's healing, and if she spent time making the tavern more pleasant and beautiful, well, that was simply good business sense. She made sure to publicly be friends with people important enough that the church would want more than just suspicion to take her out, and on rare occasions she took the opportunity to introduce people she knew had similar beliefs about the government to each other as long as she had plausible deniability. Judging by the fact that her spells slowly grew more powerful and she gained the ability to channel, she was confident the Eternal Rose at least did not disapprove of her too badly

When Alicia was 17 years old she was chosen as a cleric by Shelyn, upending her entire life. The child of a tavernkeeper, she grew up knowing more than most about the world, but while Halmyris wasn't exactly a large city it was to it was more than large enough to give her several traumatizing firsthand experiences of seeing heretics burned alive whenever the inquisition found them. Once she was able to put together the combination of her sudden healing abilities and her musical combinations with her new patron, she knew she would join them in their fate if she was ever caught - and with a malediction first, to ensure such traitors didn't escape Asmodeus in death.

For a week, she considered flight - Andoran, she knew from the tales of her father's fellow veterans when they dropped by, did not serve Hell, and perhaps she might find safety there. But Andoran was hundreds of miles away, and she did not know the route - she had never gone more than a day's travel from the town before, and even that only a handful of times. Gathering supplies without being noticed was also no easy task, and eventually her worry overcame her and she gave it up as a bad job. She took solace in the fact that Lady Shelyn would not have chosen her as a cleric if it was hopeless, and settle in to a life of small deeds. Whenever someone got to talk that the church wouldn't approve of after getting too far into their drinks, she made sure to distract people, and get the offender somewhere their words wouldn't get them killed. Her songs were too conspicuous to use, but she could slip around in the dead of night to help people too poor to afford the church's healing, and if she spent time making the tavern more pleasant and beautiful, well, that was simply good business sense. She made sure to publicly be friends with people important enough that the church would want more than just suspicion to take her out, and on rare occasions she took the opportunity to introduce people she knew had similar beliefs about the government to each other as long as she had plausible deniability. Judging by the fact that her spells slowly grew more powerful and she gained the ability to channel, she was confident the Eternal Rose at least did not disapprove of her too badly

When Alicia was 17 years old she was chosen as a cleric by Shelyn, upending her entire life. The child of a tavernkeeper, she grew up knowing more than most about the world, but while Halmyris wasn't exactly a large city it was to it was more than large enough to give her several traumatizing firsthand experiences of seeing heretics burned alive whenever the inquisition found them. Once she was able to put together the combination of her sudden healing abilities and her musical combinations with her new patron, she knew she would join them in their fate if she was ever caught - and with a malediction first, to ensure such traitors didn't escape Asmodeus in death.

For a week, she considered flight - Andoran, she knew from the tales of her father's fellow veterans when they dropped by, did not serve Hell, and perhaps she might find safety there. But Andoran was hundreds of miles away, and she did not know the route - she had never gone more than a day's travel from the town before, and even that only a handful of times. Gathering supplies without being noticed was also no easy task, and eventually her worry overcame her and she gave it up as a bad job. She took solace in the fact that Lady Shelyn would not have chosen her as a cleric if it was hopeless, and settle in to a life of small deeds. Whenever someone got to talk that the church wouldn't approve of after getting too far into their drinks, she made sure to distract people, and get the offender somewhere their words wouldn't get them killed. Her songs were too conspicuous to use, but she could slip around in the dead of night to help people too poor to afford the church's healing, and if she spent time making the tavern more pleasant and beautiful, well, that was simply good business sense. She made sure to publicly be friends with people important enough that the church would want more than just suspicion to take her out, and on rare occasions she took the opportunity to introduce people she knew had similar beliefs about the government to each other as long as she had plausible deniability. Judging by the fact that her spells slowly grew more powerful and she gained the ability to channel, she was confident the Eternal Rose at least did not disapprove of her too badly.