┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Gossamer                             │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Foundling                            │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│       8 │       7 │       9 │ HP:  4 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 12 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Brawny     │ Speech: Formal          │ Age: 26  │
│ Skin: Marked         │ Clothing: Rancid        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Frizzy         │ Virtue: Merciful        │          │
│ Face: Elongated      │ Vice: Lazy              │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great        │
│ treasure hidden deep in The Woods. You thought it naught  │
│ but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty)     │
│ marked with an X.                                         │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and    │
│ the wombs of the village have lain barren since they      │
│ began to fall. A single child has been the only           │
│ exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.  │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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.
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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?
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.
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Salt pouch, Heirloom amulet (petty, glows in the presence of magic), Sling (d6), Dagger (d6)