Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.
Rocket your D&D 5E and Level Up: Advanced 5E games into space! Alpha Star Magazine Is Launching... Right Now!

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jack of Tales" data-source="post: 4091804" data-attributes="member: 59475">Cait Vahanil at Age 14Got bored in one of my government classes today. Damn substitutes read the powerpoints too closely. So I wrote up this blip to flesh out Cait's background a little:Day TwoA light breeze brushes leaves along the morning air. Dew flutters down in drops, sprinkling across Cait’s tightly bound hair. She peers through the tree branches while perched in a large white oak searching for her prey. The young druid rests with one hand on the trunk and the other clenched around a wooden javelin. Her bright red hair has been bound back into a tight braid to keep it from catching on the trees. Her green eyes glint with the simple joy of hunting. The druid is dressed in the ritual garb of the hunting test a short brown shift decorated in green embroidered leaves. Her only weapon is a sling with several javelins that her friend Aaron had carved weeks prior to the test.    Cait’s pulse quickens as she watches the slim form of the deer eat from the leaves of a Girr Bush. From what Cait can recall of her lessons the bush is so named because of the odd, capital G shaped leaves and the small holes in the branches that make it growl when the wind brushes through it. The deer looked around with a mouthful of leaves as it ate, keeping both eyes open for danger. Lucky for Cait it did not seem to have seen her yet. The teenage noble lifted her left hand, the hand that was tightly wrapped around the javelin, and threw with all her might. Unfortunately, this also caused her to fall backwards out of the tree and into a holly bush. She let out a short scream as she fell and the deer bolted just as the javelin struck where it had been standing. Cait crawled out of the bush and started cursing loudly. Small cuts ran across her face and arms from the bush’s horned leaves. It was early in the morning and Cait returned to her small camp after retrieving her javelin. It would not do to lose a weapon so early in the hunt. It was only her second day in the woods and she had been surviving on a diet of berries and small tubers but she was no closer to finishing the test. According to druid law, Cait must spend seven days out in the woods and return at noon on the seventh day with the head of a doe. It was the first test of her survival skills and was relatively simple, but it was not her strong suite. She decided to spend the rest of the day hunting for more deer trails, hoping to find another place that was frequented by the creatures as they would probably not return to the location of her failed ambush.</blockquote>

Verification