┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Silverdew │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Foundling │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 12 │ 15 │ 7 │ HP: 3 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 18 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Towering │ Speech: Cryptic │ Age: 34 │ │ Skin: Tight │ Clothing: Filthy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wavy │ Virtue: Serene │ │ │ Face: Chiseled │ Vice: Aggressive │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from │ │ a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander │ │ your newfound riches and a debt long thought forgotten │ │ would be called. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ An ancient tree at the heart of a sleepy village has │ │ suddenly withered and died, despite showing no signs of │ │ disease. After its trunk was cut, a bloody hand was found │ │ in its core. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? An old hunter. You were both quite happy, until it all ended. Take a Weathered Longbow (d8, bulky) and a Leather Jerkin (1 Armor). What keeps away bad tidings? Pipeweed Your good luck charm. Conversations tend to flow more easily after a smoke. 6 uses. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Salt pouch, Heirloom amulet (petty, glows in the presence of magic), Sling (d6), Dagger (d6)