Tlachtga

Name: Tlachtga
Race: Forest Elf
Age: Well over 300
Appearance: TL;DR old crone, stands at five feet tall but hunches, very white, heterochromia (white and black)
	Tlachtga hardly stands at four feet tall when she's hunched over, clutching her staff like it's her only support. She has skin like shredded moonlight, barely hanging onto her withered body. Her hair is like a tangled net of silver and white, held in a ragged braid that hangs limply over her shoulder.
	Her eyes peer out from underneath her hood like two perfect globes, untouched by time. One is white as snow, glittering in even the faintest light, with an aura like the moon itself. The other is coal-black, trapping even the brightest light within its shadow.
	She constantly wears several loose cloaks, all made of different material and tied together at various points to keep them steady on her body. The outer ones are all scraps of leather and fur, while the inner ones are shredded silk and velvet, held close to her withered body. However, all of the cloaks are the same deep violet, quite nearly black but stained with time.
	Her staff is like several narrow, gnarled branches, twisted together until they form a large claw at the tip. Perched within this clay is a pulsing, deep green bloodstone. This gem is known as the Jungle's Eye, and has been with Tlachtga ever since she became a druid some 250 years ago.

Equipment
	The Jungle's Eye (Gnarled Staff)
	Leather satchel
		Dozens of jars and flasks
		A skinning knife
		An elaborate, long pipe
		A simple sack with nearly a pound of tobacco in it
		Several incense sticks

Magic: Lunarmancy, Chloromancy
	Tlachtga calls upon the power of the moon, day or night, to invigorate her allies, evaporate her enemies, and enhance her other spells.
	She also calls upon wicked undergrowth and mighty trees to come to her aid. Filling them with the souls of her ancestors, she animates wicked root guardians, stalwart treant protectors, and nimble bush archers.

Backstory:
	Tlachtga was born several centuries ago, when the world was calm. Her very birth was marked by an eclipse of the moon, and it branded her eyes with its glow, withering one and bolstering the other.
	As she grew up, her elders taught her the ways of the wild. Her teaching was slow, methodical, very particular. She learned about every flap of a butterfly's wings and every turn of a tree's roots. By the time she was 100, she had the entire jungle mapped out in her mind, from the smallest beetle dwelling to largest dragon's nest.
	She was the protector of the wilds, riding on the backs of dire beasts and darting through the treetops. She slayed poachers, guided the lost, and sheltered the injured for many years. She had several kids, some on purpose, others against her will. These young elves went on to become protectors in her place as her body grew frail over time, withering with each new day.
	When she was nearly 320, her eldest daughter took her to where she was destined to rest for eternity. She was to die atop an altar to the moon, perched on top of the white cliffs. As they reached the massive waterfalls, and found the shrine nestled in the water, the moon suddenly eclipsed, faster and colder than it had ever done before.
	As this new eclipse washed over Tlachtga, she was overwhelmed with a hundred visions. She saw the home she was born in and protected since her youth burned to the ground. She saw orcs turning her people's homes into weapons and crude lumber. She told her daughter what she saw, and the two agreed to what would be best.
	Instead of laying down and dying, Tlachtga brought the Jungle's Eye to the Jungle's Heart, deep beneath the earth. When she found the underground haven, she buried herself in the earth, and allowed the jungle to spare what strength it could to the elf's body. It twisted her, broke her, but built her strong again.
	She immediately sought out to end the war, joining with the Golden Circle to fight back the Orcs, until she could finally die in peace.