┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Solstice │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Foundling │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 8 │ 14 │ 12 │ HP: 6 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 6 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Statuesque │ Speech: Gravelly │ Age: 41 │ │ Skin: Soft │ Clothing: Filthy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Oily │ Virtue: Cautious │ │ │ Face: Sharp │ Vice: Nervous │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, │ │ it gave you some Silver Moss. Swallow it near water and │ │ the creature will come, once, to repay its debt. │ │ │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out │ │ of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes │ │ change to sobs. │ │ │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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)