#Ally half-elf, 23 years old. Fighter/cleric of [[Selûne]] based in [[Delta City]] at the [[Church of Selûne]] there. Parents are rich merchants, mother is [[Lady Jannah Dheku]], who sent Lucretia to the temple while they went on fancy pants trade missions.  She wants to be a glorious fighter, thinks she’s better than everyone. Raised with [[Harperia Schmidt]] in the temple, childhood rival. She's loud, brash, and thinks Harperia is a bit weird. (Harperia is a bit weird, to be fair.) Is very firm with her morals, is now opposing the Mother Superior and has told Harperia what is going on with her mother. Thinks Harperia could give up her morals and have a very easy life as one of her father's pet selunites. Slips into Elven when she’s annoyed. In session 16, Harperia told Lucretia she likes her, there was passionate kissing, after Harperia accidentally made her climb in and out of a window three times. **Backstory** Joined the temple when she was eight, immediately strong headed and keen to prove herself, Ophelia stayed out of her way but Harperia more determined to be friends, which turned Lucretia off of her immediately. Would brag about her parents a lot, including to Harperia, cementing their rivalry as they grew up and began more formal lessons in spell craft and physical fighting. Fighting with the practice swords became actual fighting on more than one occasion. Once dobbed Harperia into the mother superior for learning infernal (not sure how Mother Superior would have actually responded to this, but I can imagine Harperia would have snipped back at her in Elven about how it’s unfair that Lucretia gets to learn her native language and Harperia doesn’t) Some fumbling previously happened, when they were around 20, featuring cuddling, but next day at training session, Lucretia tells on Harperia to the mother superior for having forgotten her homework or something, back to her competitive self, ignoring Harperia when she tries to bring it up later **Letter to Lucretia** (THAT GOT THROWN INTO THE FUCKING FIRE) Lucretia,  Our rivalry has bordered on open contempt in the past, marked by an almost obsessive desire to prove the other wrong, to better ourselves on the shoulders of the other’s failures.  I hope you agree that there are more important things at hand now, and we are both long past the point of vying for the Mother Superior’s rare approval.  You may scoff, or think I’m being weird again for even trying this letter, but if that is the price I pay for this, then fine. But if you have read this far, then I hope you agree it is time we get over our differences, or at least set them aside for the moment. We can be more than petty rivals, and we both know it.  I would have thought that you would rather go into Selune’s embrace hating me than accept collaboration, let alone friendship or more, if it were not for that night three years ago. As we embraced, your sweet words in my ear, I felt my jealousy and anger towards you become something far more complicated. Tell me that night meant nothing to you, and I will accept that we are destined to be no more than uneasy allies, brought together by shared morals. But if it meant something to you? If there is a potential for something more between us? We are both brave enough to have a long-overdue conversation.  The road ahead of all of us is difficult. We are little more than our connections with others, and we need those connections more than ever, even as just friends who will unabashedly correct the other’s missteps.  May the Moonmaiden always protect you. Yours, Harperia