┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Snowdrop │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Foundling │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 12 │ 7 │ 10 │ HP: 3 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 11 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Rugged │ Speech: Cryptic │ Age: 38 │ │ Skin: Tight │ Clothing: Livery ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Luxurious │ Virtue: Tolerant │ │ │ Face: Sunken │ Vice: Lazy │ │ ├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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a │ │ white-frocked beast: soon after, they are found dead in │ │ their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer │ │ creatures to hunt. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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 gruff blacksmith from a sleepy river town. You were always kept at arm’s length. Now the forge is cold, and you’ve moved on. Take a Smith’s Hammer (d6) and a set of Oft-mended Chain Mail (2 Armor, bulky). What keeps away bad tidings? Dream Stone A smooth blue stone that helps recall dreams more clearly. Overuse can cause dream-addiction. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Salt pouch, Heirloom amulet (petty, glows in the presence of magic), Sling (d6), Dagger (d6)