Wisp

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 Scrawny Physique, Tanned Skin, and Curly Hair. Your Face is Chiseled, your Speech Precise. You have Soiled Clothing. You are Gregarious and Greedy. Your age: 44.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 9
DEX: 14
WIL: 8

🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Gold: 15

🙛 Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.

🙛 Omens
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.

🙛 Your Past

Who took you in?
A wizened apothecary, who taught you the healing arts but maintained a clinical detachment. Take a Healing Unguent (restores d4 STR).

What keeps bad tidings at bay?
Ivy Worm: A green worm often mistaken for a weed. Swallowed whole, it absorbs any toxins or rot in the body before exiting through the usual way.