Irgith

Foundling (Monk)

Chapters

May 17 Dwindling Monastery

Traits: You have a Flabby Physique, Rosy Skin, and Long Hair. Your Face is Sharp, your Speech Droning. You have Filthy Clothing. You are Courageous and Rude.

Description: An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. Wherever you are, you have trouble fitting in.

Bonds: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.

Who took you in? The monks of a secluded forest monastery. When their rules became too strict, and you snuck away. Take a Monk’s Habit (warm, petty) and a Spellbook of Control Plants.

What keeps bad tidings at bay? Stink Jar: Shattering this jar releases an odor so foul all nearby must make a STR save or immediately vomit. 1 use.

Blessed by all Crows.