The Nentir Vale
Carries a hefty staff and wears a well-knit hide with gold inlays above fine but very revealing clothes. She also wears a casque she convinced a dwarf to modify by opening the top and rolling it into a something of a headband crown. One would think she were a princess going between castles as she packs light and usually borrows what she needs with a wink and a smile.
Extremely open and friendly. She washes her personality over others in immitation of her Goddess. But just as Umberlee, Splenda will just as easily risk others with waves of magic in order to restore balance and bring pain upon foes before her in the name of Umberlee. Every ancient word recited springs forth as if Splenda were a puppet for the cruel mistress. Maybe that’s why Splenda always needs to make new friends, her old ones are all dead…