┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Snowdrop │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Foundling │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 8 │ 12 │ 9 │ HP: 3 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 12 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Brawny │ Speech: Precise │ Age: 21 │ │ Skin: Birthmarked │ Clothing: Frayed ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Bald │ Virtue: Gregarious │ │ │ Face: Square │ 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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened │ │ aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of │ │ a shadowy figure that roams The Woods, calling to the │ │ animals. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? Stink Jar Shattering this jar releases an odor so foul all nearby must make a STR save or immediately vomit. 1 use. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Salt pouch, Heirloom amulet (petty, glows in the presence of magic), Sling (d6), Dagger (d6)