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17 (+2), 15 (+1), 13 (+1), 121 (+0), 9 (+0), 8 (-1)
5th son of a magically endowed elven clan that lives in the heart of the ancient Forest, The forest of Elder Trees, Tarrak. Upon his birth and seen the mark his parents knew their child would be shaman chosen by the trees. Something was confusing to his wise mother however, as Fledriella gazed upon her babe she saw the second sign. This child with the mark of the Plains would leave the clan to the human lands to the south and act as their guardian, like one of their heroes of legend of Meldor.
Expected to fill up such big shoes, initially he turned away from any sort of responsibility in his clan, by the time he was an adult he knew that he could not Escape his future the call of the Plains was too great and by the time he was a teenager had already ventured out too far as a large bird, and returned days later changed from what he had seen.
It would indeed be in the eastern forest probably remote where I originate from, Tarrak would be a small almost backwater place full of ancient magick and rites of the land. The force in which the spirits asserted themselves within me caused me to schism from the group, I was a Guardian of the entire forest, and the plains, but at this stage in my journey merely the guardian of the trails into the forest from the town of Ke’Len a human settlement. I’m trying to be stronger so that eventually I can help against large scale abominations and evil spirits that would debase the land.
Chosen – Elgarion
Your base damage is d6.
Eliminate an unnatural menace.
Your load is 6+Str. You carry some token of your land, describe it.
A small ring with strange sigils burned into the metal. The ring identifies me as 8th son of a noble house. Meaningless
Except that it was a gift from my family.
- Hide armor (1 armor, 1 weight)
- Staff (close, two-handed, 1 weight)
- Adventuring gear (5 uses, 1 weight)
Fill in the name of one of your companions in at least one:
The spirits spoke to me of a great danger that follows Amos’s Character.
I have showed the local cleric a secret rite of the Land.
The Halfling Druid has tasted my blood and I theirs. We are bound by it.
Dislikes those who rely on intellect.
Instinctual – Dumb
Abrasive – Animalistic
Choose a race and gain the corresponding move:
The sap of the elder trees flows within you. In addition to any other attunements, the Great Forest is always considered your land.
You start with these moves:
Born of the Soil
You learned your magic in a place whose spirits are strong and ancient and they’ve marked you as one of their own. No matter where you go, they live within you and allow you to take their shape. Choose one of the following. It is the land to which you are attuned—when shapeshifting you may take the shape of any animal who might live in your Land.
- The Great Forests – Elves Nat Ability
- The Whispering Plains – Druid Attunement
Chose a tell—a physical attribute that marks you as born of the soil—that reflects the spirit of your land. It may be an animal feature like antlers or leopard’s spots or something more general: hair like leaves or eyes of glittering crystal. Your tell remains no matter what shape you take.
By Nature Sustained
You don’t need to eat or drink. If a move tells you to mark off a ration just ignore it.
The grunts, barks, chirps, and calls of the creatures of the wild are as language to you. You can understand any animal native to your land or akin to one whose essence you have studied.
When you call upon the spirits to change your shape, roll+Wis.
On a 10+ hold 3.
On a 7–9 hold 2.
On a miss hold 1 in addition to whatever the GM says.
You may take on the physical form of any species whose essence you have studied or who lives in your land: you and your possessions meld into a perfect copy of the species’ form. You have any innate abilities and weaknesses of the form: claws, wings, gills, breathing water instead of air. You still use your normal stats but some moves may be harder to trigger—a housecat will find it hard to do battle with an ogre. The GM will also tell you one or more moves associated with your new form. Spend 1 hold to make that move. Once you’re out of hold, you return to your natural form. At any time, you may spend all your hold and revert to your natural form.
When you spend time in contemplation of an animal spirit, you may add its species to those you can assume using shapeshifting.
When you deal damage, take 1 balance. When you touch someone and channel the spirits of life you may spend balance. For each balance spent, heal 1d4 HP.
Flariella’s Account to a human wildling about her Druid child.
The Druid Rites as my people know them involve communion with an animal spirit, and to live in harmony with the world. It means understanding life, and death and the role of the ‘civilized’ those who do not heed the natural instincts that drive us. We eat from the wild, not the herded animal. We respect their life and struggle and sing songs to them.
Our homes are the trees that we mold and grow to our needs, but yet they live with us, as well as the food we eat and the meat we consume are all as animals should live, we run with the wolves and graze with beasts and we store just like the plains people. But our home is the forest. The magic sustains us.
It’s a magic bestowed; worked and prayed for; nothing trivial. A Child with the mastery of El was a threat to some, and a great inspiring omen to others. Elgarion took to the skies often and often returned days later unscathed. Imagine the horror of a 5 year old transforming into a baby owl. I cried for days. When he finally returned he was carrying a dead mouse and told me it fell but he was crying too. I never saw him eat after that. By the time he was a teenager he would just stare at me and Gorrin with his eyes..
I think he’s been blessed with power, though.. Have you seen the transformations? The soft blue light when he changes. How fast he can assume a form??
I know, I know. A mother’s pride. I know he’s not invincible though, I’ve seen him returned half dead with claw marks all over his body, though. ((She sighs and looks away))
i was editing it sorry didn’t mean to post it yet. whatev’s close enough