┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Wisp │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Foundling │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 12 │ 7 │ 8 │ HP: 6 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 11 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Brawny │ Speech: Booming │ Age: 36 │ │ Skin: Weathered │ Clothing: Filthy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Bald │ Virtue: Ambitious │ │ │ Face: Bony │ Vice: Craven │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You crossed a creature of The Woods, and it cursed you │ │ with a Stone Heart (1 Armor, bulky). With each passing │ │ month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your │ │ debt is lifted, you cannot truly die. │ │ │ ├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 druid, who taught you the language of trees. When it came time to leave you took with you only a Gnarled Staff (d8) and the promise that one day you would return. What keeps away bad tidings? Drowning Rod A finger-sized wooden stick that doubles in size each time it is fully submerged in water. It does not shrink down again. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Salt pouch, Heirloom amulet (petty, glows in the presence of magic), Sling (d6), Dagger (d6)