Xylomancer 1 |HP: 6/6 | AC 18*, T 12, FF 16* |F 0, R +2, W +4 (+2 versus curses) |Darkvision 60 ft, Init +2, Perc +2 SM +2|CMB -1 CMD 11|8/8 Splintered Spears|Status: Normal
There was never any question of Henry's demonic heritage (specifically a vrock): his unnatural complexion, atrophied vulture-like wings, and feathery tail made that clear enough. Not surprisingly, the Evil within him served as a magnet to the Evil in others, attracting bullying and scapegoating, and even harassment of the kindly sage who took him in. When young Henry would come home to his stepfather distraught and confused, the old sage would share the things he took solace in: The natural world, the exotic wonders of Tian Xia, and the clear and present wonders of Ancient Thassilon. "We are all our own sculptors," his stepfather would tell him warmly as they would gaze upon the Thassilonian ruins and the moss and foliage that overtook them. "No one can take away what we choose to make ourselves." This wisdom, and the sight of nature overcoming the conceits of ancient mortals, no matter how mighty, guided young Henry, as he spent his long youth practicing the arts of topiary, and got his revenge on those who abused him the subtle way: By the time he was an adult, their former dwellings were inexplicably overrun by...rudely-shaped...growths of foliage. That was always Henry's way: Maintain serenity and take the long view, for strength is weakness, weakness is strength, and today's mighty oaks were yesterday's nuts on the ground.
Personality:
Henry is very soft-spoken - when he speaks at all - and almost unnaturally serene. Nobody presently living in Sandpoint can recall seeing him angry, or even in a particularly negative mood.
