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To some he comes across as unenthusiastic and cowardly but these are just part of his natural cautious nature. His one weakness is drink. His elvish blood shows through here in that he cannot hold his drink, this has been proved many a night around the Clan's fire. He has his own horse a grey steed by the name of Rafael. He speaks elvish and human.
This is how Deris described himself to a visitor to his clansted before he left for the city of
Starport.
"'Deris is a half-elf' that's what outsiders would have you hear of Deris. I Deris would rather say 'I am Deris. I did not know my parents nor did I chose them. Name me not by which I did not choose.' I am a rider of Clan Blackstar. My guardians are Turoth and Calilim. They may not have birthed me by they taught me to ride, to hunt and to tell right from wrong. Of when to act and when to stay silent." He will then push back his long blonde hair. "Yes my ears have a subtle point, my eyes are lilac and almond in shape but I have a beard - no elf I have seen has a beard."
If asked about his early years he shrugs and sits quietly for a moment. "As I said - I never new my parents. Some in the Clan say I was brought up by wild beasts and they found me running with them. I don't believe those tales. My guardians took me in, despite having six children of their own and food being short. Those were lean years. I remember us all eating withered roots of knarlberry bushes and hunting for insects and grubs. Still it made us tough and we needed to be when Clan Windrush attacked us not three summers later." He again falls silent then looks at you, his almond eyes moist. They killed Calilim and little Megan that day and many others of the tribe. Long will it be before Clan Blackstar forgets what Clan Windrush did. Their treachery will live long in our memory."
"Why did you become a shaman of your Clan." You ask idly. "Did I have a choice? Why do I never have a choice in anything?" This latter phrase is hurled into the heavens dark and dusted with stars. "It happened. Let's leave it at that." We he sees that you will not let it lie he carries on heaving a loud sigh. "We were near the borders of Vordar. There was a slave caravan heading south. The riders had not rested the horses for many days and one seemed lame. That is why we had followed them. I heard a voice in my head that told me to kill the slave masters and free the horses. So I did. One of the slaves was a Cleric of Bez. He told me it was an omen. I was to follow Bez as well. As I said - I never seem to have a choice in anything I do. Berin stayed with us a while, teaching me the ways, the words, the wisdom. Then he left. I think he was tired of falling off his horse!" Now, enough. I have second watch tonight. My last night with the Clan before I leave for the city. Bez has summoned me. No choices - why I am never allowed to chose my destiny."
| Strength | 11 | Attack, damage, open doors | 0 |
| Intelligence | 13 | Languages | 0 |
| Wisdom | 15 | Saving throws vs Spells | +1 |
| Dexterity | 9 | Missile Attack Rolls, AC | 0 |
| Constitution | 9 | Hit Points Per Level | 0 |
| Charisma | 9 | Reactions | 0 |
His horse Rafael.
A mace
A bolas
Leather Armour +1
Sandals
A robe
Backpack
Holy Symbol (Lion Rampant)
Leather vest
Breaches
2 small sacks
Flint & steel
Saddle Blanket (for the horse)
A blanket (for him)
Rope (2 * 50')
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