About Clover Cynosure
Female Halfling Oracle (Spirit Guide) 1
NG Small Humanoid
Init +3; Senses Perception +2
Frontier Healer (Campaign):
+2 Perception (Halfling)
Languages Taldane, Halfling, Dwarven
Fleet of Foot:
Perfect Aid (Ex):
0th (4 Known | At Will)
1st (4+1 / Day)
Money 33 GP 2 SP 1 CP
Clover was born bathed in sunlight. Her father Keits and mother Forana made sure of this by arranging her birth to take place outside in the field by their home. Her parents knew shadow and darkness too well, and never wanted it to touch their daughter.
Both Keits and Forana had spent the first part of their lives in Nidal, where they were household slaves in Pangolais. Keits, his sister Anbra, and Forana planned their escape carefully, and patiently waited until the circumstances were just right before making an attempt. Failure would probably have meant death for them, and in Nidal even more awful fates were possible. Their journey was grueling and terrifying. Anbra was lost in the Uskwood, but Keits and Forana managed to find their way through the forest and cross the Mindspin Mountains into Nirmathis.
The couple would never have survived without the occasional help they received from covert worshippers of Desna in Nidal, and dwarves in the mountains, and they remembered them afterwards. They dropped their old work-name of Chambers and adopted Cynosure, Desna’s home, as their surname along with her faith. Clover was taught by her parents to hold dwarves in esteem, and to treat them with the greatest respect.
Keits and Forana settled near Phaendar and made a living selling honey, and keeping a garden along with some sheep. Clover learned these as she grew up, taking on more work and responsibility as she got older. She also learned the basics of healing from her mother. Clover proved to have an almost preternatural ability to understand how to mend wounds and treat sickness. She quickly surpassed her mother’s skills and took over that role, which seemed to grow as her parents became older.
Clover knew about her parents’ origins in Nidal, but her parents shared few of the details of their life there with her. They told her about it only in broad strokes because they did not want to burden her with what they remembered and carried with them. They wanted to protect Clover from anything that would dim her brightness. Clover did know there was more, and worse, than she had been told though. When she treated them for illnesses she saw the scars their bodies bore, and the discomfort they felt in revealing them to her.
Clover also knew her parents were happy, but that their happiness did not bring them ease or well-being. She thought hints of shadow always remained, bearing down on them. As a young adult, she cared for Keits and Forana with all the skill and ingenuity she could bring to healing. But they both declined, becoming frail and enfeebled beyond their actual ages. Both of Clover’s parents died within a year. Forana first, then Keits as his grief hastened his death.
Two years have now passed since Clover lost her parents. She has continued to live at home, taking care of the bees and managing the other chores by herself. Occasionally she has visitors who seek her out due to her reputation as a healer, but she lacks for company. At first she was fine with it. Her memories of the place are good ones, and she has been content to remain in the place her parents had built from nothing. She sometimes thinks maybe she should find a husband, but young Halfling males are not thick on the ground in the area. She is beginning to waver, thinking maybe it would be nicer to live in Phaendar, or at least as near as a beekeeper can.
Aside from the lure of an improved social life in Phaendar, there is one thing that pushing her to move. All of her life Clover had the faint feeling that there was something else at the house, some other sort of presence aside from her and her parents. Sometimes things in the house would go missing, only to turn up much later in places where they were unlikely to have been left. There were occasional sounds. Once or twice Clover felt sure she had seen an object move on its own. It was all silly and easy to explain with three people in the house. As a teenager Clover had stopped even thinking about it. But, with her parents gone, she still feels as if she is not quite alone. Things still disappear and turn up in odd places. The butter knife laid down within reach is no longer within reach when she looks back at it.
Clover still doesn't take any of these things seriously. She feels herself foolish to entertain notions about these things being anything other than rationally explainable. Deep inside though her feeling that something isn't exactly right is growing.
Appearance and Personality:
Height: 3'1" | Weight: 32 | Hair: Dark Brown | Eyes: Green
Clover sees the potential in others as well. She is an optimist who can find something positive in almost anyone or anything. People find it hard to dislike Clover. She is gregarious, warm, and open. Her charisma is not the type that places the person at the center of attention. Instead she is able to embed herself in most any social situation without seeming to expend effort. She is the missing puzzle piece, able to match the shape of the hole to complete the picture. Along those lines Clover wants to someday write a book about her parents' lives. At present she does not know how she would ever be able to do the research it would require.
All her good intentions do not make Clover overly serious. She loves dancing, a good dirty joke, and a good drink or two. She can gossip like nobody’s business, although her fundamental kindness keeps her away from the nasty or vicious sort. Clover does not take to violence easily, but she knows it’s sometimes necessary. She would be more inclined to use weapons to protect a friend than defeat an enemy.
For all of this goodness and light, there are also shadows that tug at Clover. She is not aware of it yet, but her parents have passed on to her a sensitivity to shadows. The divide between Clover and shadowy things is thinner and more permeable than for most. She would also do better listening to her intuition than her head in regard to the presence she feels but ignores. Keits and Forana never knew what happened to his sister Anbra on their journey from Nidal. At one point in the woods she simply wasn’t there anymore. They looked for her as long as they could, but had to move on for the sake of self-preservation. In fact, Anbra was snatched by redcaps when she became separated from them. Since there was no fight, the redcaps took her alive rather than killing her on the spot. Anbra dyed many caps, but she did not die quickly or easily. During her long torture and mutilation she became convinced her brother and his wife could have saved her had they chosen to. After her death her angry spirit decided that although they had abandoned her, she would never abandon them or, after they passed on, their daughter.