┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Sileas │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Foundling │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 11 │ 8 │ 15 │ HP: 5 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 11 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Scrawny │ Speech: Precise │ Age: 28 │ │ Skin: Birthmarked │ Clothing: Antique ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wavy │ Virtue: Serene │ │ │ Face: Elongated │ Vice: Vengeful │ │ ├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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out │ │ of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes │ │ change to sobs. │ │ │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? The monks of a secluded forest monastery. When their rules became too strict, and you snuck away. Take a Monk’s Habit (warm, petty) and a Spellbook of Control Plants. 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)