Artea

Foundling

🙛 Description

An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. Wherever you are, you have trouble fitting in. Roll on the Omens table (even if you're not the youngest player), but keep the results private for now.

You have a Towering Physique, Weathered Skin, and Long Hair. Your Face is Sharp, your Speech Droning. You have Livery Clothing. You are Honorable and Greedy. Your age: 37.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 10
DEX: 11
WIL: 5

🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Gold: 11

🙛 Bonds
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.

🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.

🙛 Your Past

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 left a promise that one day you would return.

What keeps bad tidings at bay?
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.