┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Gossamer │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Foundling │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 11 │ 10 │ 7 │ HP: 3 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 17 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Towering │ Speech: Formal │ Age: 22 │ │ Skin: Soft │ Clothing: Frumpy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Braided │ Virtue: Tolerant │ │ │ Face: Broken │ Vice: Bitter │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with │ │ story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving │ │ behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside. │ │ │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing │ │ a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the │ │ divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and │ │ fear what may emerge from the other side. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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 wizened apothecary, who taught you the healing arts but maintained a clinical detachment. Take a Healing Ungent (restores d4 STR). 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)