One of the trees shuffles back towards you, and you see the knots in its bark almost seem to form a face. You can even imagine the lips move as it speaks.
’My name is Elm. I will lead you for now, trollchild.’Elm proves to be a silent travelling companion, though it picks up a surprising turn of speed once it fully uproots itself. Meanwhile, you follow, and spend your time thinking.
Why had you been chosen for this quest? Surely it couldn’t just be down to dumb chance, right? What kind of world would it be where that could happen. But no, it had to be something. Maybe it was your
RAGE, every time you were the butt of another joke you didn’t understand. Maybe your
skill with blades from that brief stint in the militia, or your
fists of iron from the longer stints in the bar. It could even be your
unshakable faith in a higher power, and not just a more intelligent one. Though maybe it was just your
will to survive, proven through the war. Hell, maybe it was just
something powerful in your blood.
Maybe the realisation might even give you some insight into your own talents.
[[Companion get: Elm, Treant Druid.]]
Henry Thornberry the human male.
Strength: +1
Constitution: +1
Dexterity: 0
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: -1
Wisdom: -1
HP: 4/4
XP: 5/10
Elm, Treant Druid (1)
Strength: +1
Constitution: +2
Dexterity: - 2
Charisma: -1
Intelligence: -1
Wisdom: +1
HP: 5/5
XP:0/20
3 days rations
Travelling clothes
Lump of coal
Walking staff