Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

First Name: Rion
Last Name:

Appearance: Dirt and grass stains cover his hands and barefeet. His hair is knotted and messy, most likely with leaves and sticks throughout from sleeping outside on the ground. His face is worn and hardened but he has a warmth to his smile and a kindness in his eyes. He's usually clothed in a brown robe made of hides adorned with feathers and moss. A large symbol of an oak leaf carved out of wood hangs from his neck.
Race: human
Age: early 30's
Height average
Weight: average
Eyes: light green
Hair: brown, long and unkempt
Facial Hair Style: long and unkempt

Personality Profile: He is extremely even tempered and mild mannered. Patient, thoughtful and understanding. He tends to listen rather than talk, and contemplate rather than act. He is warm and kind and accepting of most. That being said those that threaten what he has sworn to protect are sure to feel his wrath.
General Health: not particularly strong or agile, but very hardy
Deity: Silvanus
Initial Alignment: true neutral
Profession: farmer, cultivator of the lands
Base Class & Proposed Development: pure druid
Habits/Hobbies: teacher, cultivator, wood carver
Languages: Druidic, animal, common
Weapon of Choice: club

Background: He grew up as part of a Druid Circle that both his parents where members of in the High Forest. His mother a peaceful and cherished healer. His father an aggressive and respected warrior and one of the elders of the Circle. He himself never really taken seriously by the Circle due to his passive nature. He was also always at odds with their aggressive and violent ways of dealing with those that threaten the natural balance, preferring an approach of understanding and teaching rather than attacking. When his mother passed of illness, he decided it best if he leave the Circle and make his own path either on his own or with any like minded companions that cross his path. After much travel and some hard times he found himself attack and robed and left for dead near the farmlands of Baldur's Gate....
Goals: To spread the teachings of Silvanus and help the misguided understand the balance of nature and the ways of the natural cycle.
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*Smack!*

"Wha...?"

*Tump!*

*voices heard from above, fading in and out*

"Dammit! You said he'd have gold......"
"…...dirty barefoot tree......"
"….and grab that leaf necklace, might be magics......."

*Rion's hand makes a feeble grasp for the necklace before he blacks out completely.*

*sometime later*

“grrrrrr, grrrrrr”

*Rion awakens to the sensation of animal teeth gently gnawing on his hand. He rises to a knee in a sort of half daze and a slight giggle. Wrestling his now scratched and cut up hand away from the wolf.*

“Well, and who are you friend”

*The wolf releases the hand and sits, putting her head down for a moment, then rears up and scratches a paw at Rion's neck*

“Easy friend, do not feel threatened.”

“Oh, yes, my necklace... Do you know who took it, where they went?”

*The wolf jumps up and turns to the west barking and howling anxiously.*

“Alright, alright, alright... but we cannot rush, we need time to prepare. Starting with mending myself up a bit.”

*He pulls his hand away from his leg for a moment, revealing a large but relatively clean sword cut along his thigh. Then wipes some blood out of his eye from the gash on his head.*

*The next few nights are spent at a makeshift campsite in the nearby woods. The wolf comes and goes sporadically, except for when Rion sleeps.... the wolf is always there when he wakes, laying close by, head down but watching. Once the mending process begins Rion sets out searching the woods for the bandit activity, and it's not difficult to find thanks to his new wolf guide. The next few days he scouts the bandit cave, as well as studies the odd, aggressive local wolf activity in the area.*

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*A feather, a stone, an acorn, and a green leaf from the ground nearby, all tossed into a dirt spot on the ground, and then studied for a while in the firelight.*

“Ah, yes, yes...”

*He rummages through his pack and pulls out a handful of ingredients, picking a few from the bunch and placing them on the ground carefully. The wolf sits nearby and tilts her head as she tries to act as if she is not interested.*

“The Oak Father has supplied us wisdom tonight friend. We shall be protected by the bark of the sacred oak.”

*The wolf lifts her head up to get a better look, then looks away.*

“You see these three items, these gifts from the forest, they show me what I need to make my mendings, and how to make them. This acorn, from the great tree of my home circle, represents plant life. This stone from the river that provides for my family, represents the earth. This feather, from my mothers owl, represents the creatures of the forest. And this fourth item, the most important, an item from the immediate surroundings, yes this is the one that shapes it all and shows me what the local area can provide. And then the firelight, which represents the elements, and allows for the reading of the symbols”

*The wolf lets out a deep sigh.*

“What you do not believe that it works?”

*chuckles heartily but softly*

“Well, I cannot say whether it is a sign from Silvanus himself or not, but my mother taught this to me from a very young age, and it always seems to work..... or at least jog my memory.... you would have liked my mother, and she would have loved you....”

*The wolf whines softly and then slowly gets up and walks out into the forest. Rion smiles and starts delicately manipulating the ingredients laid out on the ground, while chanting softly to himself.*

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"More about my mother?"

*The wolf whimpers softly and repositions herself to expose of little of her belly, and Rion obliges, stroking the fur of the wolfs underbelly.*

"Well she was a kind and generous woman. *smiles* She grew up in Silverymoon where she studied at the College of Magic as a very young girl.... she was an excellent student, so my father says.... That is where they met, he was a student as well. They were both from very wealthy families, and neither one felt that the city life of nobility was for them.... my mother had such a beautiful connection with the forest and its creatures.... So they ran away together to live off the lands. They became followers of Silvanus and eventually joined a Druid Circle in the High Forest.... my home circle.... She was one of the Circle's most wise and thoughtful advisers and an elder healer .... until she got sick herself.... somethings cannot be healed...."

*The wolf lifts her head and rests it on Rion's lap affectionately, and they lay there in silence for the rest of the night.*

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