Don't know if I pulled these two pictures off of Pinterest or someone's fantasy-themed phase using AI art, but they're worthy of another PC for my Saltmarsh game.
Faerona Ravenlight, 1st Level Wood Elf Ranger
Age, 89 5'6" 105lbsST: 10 (+0)
DX: 14 (+2)
CN: 14 (+2)
IN: 14 (+2)
WS: 17 (+3)
CH: 11 (+0)
Hit Points: 12
Armor Class: 13 (Leather plus Dex Bonus)
Initiative: +2
Speed: 35
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Speak: Common, Elvish
Equipment: Leather Armor, 2 short swords, explorer's pack, Longbow and 30 arrows. Staff, a hunting trap, traveler's clothes. 10gp, a small silver skull the size of a coin (a trophy you took off the first hobgoblin you killed)
Special Abilities: Mark of the Wild, Favored Enemy (Hobgoblin), Natural Explorer, Outlander (Wanderer)
Proficiencies: Longsword, Longbow, Shortsword, Shortbow, Light Armor, Medium Armor, Shields, Simple Weapons, Martial Weapons
Personality: I'm always fiddling with things, picking things up, sometimes breaking them.
Ideal: Life is like the seasons, in constant change and we must change with it.
Bond: One day, I will bring horrible wrath down upon the evildoers who destroyed my homeland.
Flaw: Don't expect me to save those who can't save themselves. It's nature's way that the strong survive while the weak perish. I would not be here today if I was not stronger than all the other elves that died around me.
With the invasion of the Shadow Elves, bursting forth from beneath the surface, she encountered the hatred first hand. First the Shadow Elves killing the females and enslaving the males, then the tribe of hobgoblins that hunted her extended clan down as they escaped. Faerona was the last survivor, protected or hiding most of the time during the escape, finally joining the fray and hunting down the last of the hobgoblins, but at the cost of everyone she had loved perishing.
The reactions of the humans she encountered as she wandered the human Kingdom of Crosedes confused her more. Some provided some meager help, but others were outright cruel, blaming her for some injustice grandfather's generation had made. All humans looked alike, until it was too late, so it was smarter for her to stay in the wilderness, honing her skills.
Visiting the Duchy of Sworin, she realized these humans interacted with all races, usually keeping their opinions and preferences to themselves. She learned that the village of Saltmarsh was a booming port town, looking to pay gold for fine persons with great skills. And the stories she heard of the ocean felt just as calming and comforting as her youth in the forest.
One day she'd like to hunt down every hobgoblin in the Eastern Crosedes. Heck, if she could meet up with some like-minded folk, elf or not, she'd be delighted to drive the Shadow Elves back into the bowels of the NetherDeep from which they came.
For now, it was time to emerge from the forests and rejoin society.... anyone's society.
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