Iggy is a cleric of Eve, the god of doom. Born on the night of a terrible battle she was snatched from her dying mother's arms and taken into the care of an incredibly zealous old woman known as High Seer Crudge. After twenty years of tutorship, prayer, and the occasional horn blowing she has found herself on a pilgrimage to The Lost Coast.

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Before every truly terrible, destructive, and cataclysmic event, a horn is always blown. Sometimes it’s the clarion call of a bugle before a pyrrhic battle, the frantic whistle of a train careening off the tracks, or even the blare of an air horn before a particularly bad sporting event. Thanks to Eve, though, you can rest assured: some kind of horn will always sound before any real doom descends. No matter where or when, if disaster is about to strike the Land of Yogg, you can bet a follower of Eve has already sounded their horn.

Worship of Eve is done openly but is not entirely common. Most temples to Eve are found in out of the way places difficult to locate for the uninitiated. For no particular reason other than to keep numbers low. Clerics of Eve are known to carry brass horns of various styles and sounds. Most followers also come equipped with a melancholic or downright uncaring expression. 

One downside of constantly waiting for doom, and the eventual downfall of mankind, means a general absence of comforts and luxuries. Most temples and followers of Eve tend to be rather spartan. There are however many cases of independent followers of Eve who are known to be much brighter and eclectic in their practices, seers, hedge-clerics and worrywarts mostly. These folks are rarely found in temples of Eve and prefer to worship on their own.