Class Features:
Saves: Intelligence, Wisdom
Skills: Nature, Survival
Class Features: Druidic language, Spellcasting, Cantrips, Ritual Casting, Spellcasting Focus
Race Features:
Ability Scores: +2 Dex, +1 Wis
Skills: Perception
Saving Throws: Advantage against charms. Immune to sleep spells
Languages: Common, Elvish
Other: Darkvision 60ft, trance, Elf weapon training, Mask of the wild - can hide when only lightly obscured by natural phenomena.
Inventory:
Coins & Gems:
8 GP, 9 SP, 8 CP
Armor: Hide
Weapons: Shortbow (+4, 1d6 + 2 P, range 80/320), Spear (+3, 1d6 + 1 P, versatile(1d8), thrown range 20/60)
Tools: Herbalism kit, druidic focus
Other Items: Scroll case filled with notes from my meditations, winter blanket, common clothes, backpack, bedroll, mess kit, tinderbox, 10 torches, 9 days of rations, waterskin, 50ft hemp rope, healer's kit, arrows x40, quiver, shovel, soap
Background:
Background: Hermit
Prof: Medicine, Religion, Herbalism Kit
Languages: Sylvan
Feature: Discovery -
Trait: I am utterly serene, even in the face of disaster
Ideal: Live and let live - Meddling in the affairs of others only causes trouble
Bond: I entered seclusion because I loved someone I could not have
Flaw: I harbour dark, bloodthirsty thoughts that my isolation and meditation failed to quell
Backstory:
Shannaira grew up in a small village surrounded by forest. Like most, the village was predominantly human, though it also had more than its fair share of elves and half-elves. The humans left the elves in peace however, as their hunting and survival skills made them valuable members of the community. The trouble, as it always does, came from the outside.
Although her village was mostly self-sufficient, there are some things that only a city can provide. Caravans from nearby cities would occasionally pass through the village to trade metals and worked goods for the fruits of the forest. Shannaira would often talk to the merchants and their guards, ever curious about the world beyond the forest. One particular guard was her favourite. A tall, well-built human from a prosperous mining town to the south. Shannaira always used to look forward to his visits, and as she grew from a girl into a woman, their relationship became more than strictly platonic.
One cruel winter’s night, the leader of the mining town was usurped in a military coup. The new leaders of the town were bloodthirsty, expansionist and xenophobic. That an enclave of elves was living in their forest incensed them, regardless of the pleas of the human inhabitants of the village. The city marched to war with the village. The village’s scouts were able to intercept the army, and a warning was sent home, giving the defenders time to prepare for the onslaught. Shannaira, by this point an accomplished hunter, was assigned to guard the wall with her bow. The fight was bloody and intense, and for the villagers was clearly a losing battle. At this point, the defenders only goal was dignity in their defeat. During the battle Shannaira felled many attackers, but as she drew her bow to fire again, her eyes met those of her target. The tall, well-built target she knew so well.
At that point, something snapped. Shannaira calmly released the strain on her bow, turned and walked away from the wall. Shannaira walked through the village, barely seeing the injured and dying on either side. She fled into the forest, through a secret passage known only to her and her paramour. She walked until the sound of battle faded into the whispering of the wind. And there, in the forest, she made a new life. A life of quiet contemplation. Her experiences with the civilised world made her shun the company of others. She had cared for people once, and been hurt deeply. Shannaira became fatalistic and fully intended to die in the forest, but over the years she learnt to live off the land, and became as much of a creature of the forest as the bears and wolves she used to hunt. Shannaira lived in this way for a century, barely even seeing other people. She spent a great deal of time in introspection and meditation, but still couldn’t shake the memories of why she came to live like this in the first place.
During her meditations, Shannaira had a revelation. That revelation pushed her back into the civilised world, and sent her on a journey to find answers to questions she never even knew to ask. This journey has sent her in search of something that can only be found in the deep carbon observatory.
What did she discover? What is she looking for?
Description:
Shannaira is well into her second century, though for an elf this still makes her a young woman. Though living in the wild for so long has aged her a little, the clean air and fresh diet has left her wiry and strong, with a somewhat rugged beauty. Her long red hair is often unkempt, but she still keeps it clean using handmade soaps and river water. She dresses in deer-hide armour which she accents with the fur of various creatures despite the lack of people to see her handiwork. While she still takes some pride in her appearance, the years of living alone have blunted her manners somewhat. Although she tries to remain aloof and disconnected, part of her still longs for the love and acceptance she once had. Deep inside however, she is too scared to care for another again, having been hurt so badly before. Her view of the world is still somewhat fatalistic, but her revelation, and her determination to follow its implications, has given her a drive she hasn’t felt for decades.
