┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Wisp │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Foundling │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 10 │ 10 │ 12 │ HP: 4 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 16 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Short │ Speech: Precise │ Age: 35 │ │ Skin: Soft │ Clothing: Soiled ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Frizzy │ Virtue: Serene │ │ │ Face: Elongated │ Vice: Craven │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig │ │ in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig │ │ (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It │ │ smells faintly of sulfur. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and │ │ unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due │ │ to an unsettling howl that emanates from The Woods each │ │ full moon. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. You’ll never fit in, at least not where you’re at. Roll on the Omens table, but keep the results private for now. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Who took you in? A druid, who taught you the language of trees. When it came time to leave you took with you only a Gnarled Staff (d8) and the promise that one day you would return. What keeps away bad tidings? Ivy Worm A green worm often mistaken for a weed. Swallowed whole, it absorbs any toxins or rot in the body before exiting through the usual way. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Salt pouch, Heirloom amulet (petty, glows in the presence of magic), Sling (d6), Dagger (d6)