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About Poppy Mooncloak
Poppy Mooncloak
Female halfling oracle (dual-cursed oracle) 4
Full character sheet
Appearance
Age: 27. Height 3ft 2.
Poppy stands tall for a halfling and as such can be seen to trip over her own two feet. She claims that it is the fault of the fey that she says follow her around playing tricks on her, but as of yet, no one has seen them.
Shoulder length blazing red curls, usually pulled back into a loose ponytail make her stand out in a crowd and her face is accentuated with large, emotive, deep blue eyes.
Poppy is never seen without long brown leather gloves that reach up to her elbows after a nasty accident when she was younger, causing her skin to be badly burned.
Shortly after she was born Poppy’s parents entrusted her to the care of Maggie Goodnight and left Trunau with a trading caravan heading
south and east to Lastwall. Inveterate wanderers, her parents had travelled to Trunau twice or even three times a year and saw nothing
wrong with leaving their new daughter there for a few months.
They never came back.
Maggie raised little Poppy as her own, although she was careful to never say anything bad about the little girl’s absent parents and
Poppy grew up convinced that her parents would “be back any day now!” As she grew up, tall (for a halfling) and pretty, Poppy was
receiving offers for her hand from a number of upstanding Trunauans, including from Jagrin Garth, who thought her natural cheer and
optimism might be a good match for his son Rodrik. Although she was fond of both Rodrik and Kurst, Poppy however wasn’t interested in
‘settling down’ and determined that she was going to head south and find her parents in case they weren’t able to find her.
She set out with one of the trading caravan’s that braved the orcs and travelled for weeks under the light of the moon to avoid the orc’s
patrols. One night, not far from the Lastwall border the caravan stopped early and risked a fire to celebrate their safe passage. Shortly
before dawn Poppy woke with a tight knotted feeling in her stomach and stole away from the camp to be sick in the bushes. Almost as soon
as she got into the trees the feeling vanished and she was turning back when the first war horn rang out.
The caravan didn’t stand a chance and only her slight form, hidden in the shadows, saved Poppy from the marauding orcs. By the time dawn
broke she was alone. Never one to be daunted Poppy scavenged what she could from the wreckage and turned northwards again, towards Trunau.
After a week or more of steady walking she came upon a strange sight, a bear cub backed against a tree as a group of tiny faeries tormented
it from behind a ring of purple fire. Poppy was enraged and batted the faeries aside before thrusting her arms through the fire to coax
the bear cub out.
It was the start of a lifelong bond, although one that came with significant drawbacks. Lit by vicious fey magic the fire charred Poppy’s
hands nearly to the bone, leaving her skin papery and blackened, no matter how much healing magic she channelled into her wounds. In
addition the fey themselves, although too weak to really hurt Poppy followed her, intent on vengeance for their lost wickedness.
When the pair finally returned to Trunau, Poppy and her newfound friend Primrose were met with caution and fear. They were nearly barred
entrance to the town until Silvermane descended from the Hopespring. The ancient druid placed a hand on Primrose’s snout for a long moment
and then gave a single firm nod. That settled the matter and Trunau put aside its reserve to welcome Poppy back. Primrose soon proved to
have a taste for siegestone porridge and Poppy proved her own worth as a healer, a much more pleasant one than Silvermane!
Almost always optimistic Poppy has been looking forward to Ruby’s Hopeknife and the accompanying festivities for months, both because of
her personal friendship with Poppy and because of the promise of a truly legendary event – a circus!
