Backstory
Sprig is a very dirty, unkempt wood-elf woman with a matted mane of sandy blonde-brown hair. Twigs poke out of her mane at the front, giving the appearance of antlers. Her violently green eyes are clear and almost burning with a light of understanding and mischief. You get the feeling that Sprig might be beautiful, almost regal, if cleaned up correctly, but you've never seen it and have no idea how something like that could come to be, as Sprig reacts defensively at best and murderously at worst to attempts to make her 'fit in' to civilized society. She is dressed in a hodge-podge of hides, leathers, furs, and cloth - seemingly her armor was built piece by piece over time from scavenged goods. She tends to walk a bit bent, and will often hunch over instinctively when encountering an unexpected surprise. Her mouth is often set in a smile that is just a bit too toothy to be polite on a wood-elf's face, and her eyes tend to find yours and hold a stare until she understands your place in the pecking order.
The rumor around the campfire is that Sprig must have spent too long in her wild shapes and gone partially, though persistently, feral. She now she has a permanent connection to her bestial side. Little is known of her beyond her time with the Explorer's Guild, and she generally does not like to talk about her own past, but can be a great listener at times, when not distracted. Some say she was discovered on an Explorer's Guild mission into the deep jungles, a wounded, bedraggled creature, caked in mud and dried blood. After being healed by the party, she tagged along silently, proving her value once the group strayed into the territory of a pack of hungry wolves. Others claim that, like a feral cat, one day she showed up pawing at the door and, after a thorough examination of the food, decided the guild was her new home.
You know Sprig to be a talented spellcaster, hearty eater, constant rabble-rouser, and hasty decision-maker. She doesn't seem well-adapted to civilized life, and often falls short of civil politeness or even social awareness in more relaxed settings. She reminds you almost of a large dog in her laser-like focus on objects of interest (food, drink, potential mates, interesting smells) and in the way her almost certain distrust of strangers can quickly melt and turn into an abiding, protective loyalty given the right impetus. She does best in civilization when close to company who already understand her quirks and can help keep her baser impulses at bay, but flourishes when in the wilderness, proving an effective and knowledgeable forager and tracker.
Sprig's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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Post Session One: Chatter with a Peddler
12 May 2020 11:26:35
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Post Session Two: Overheard Between Two Fishmongers
20 May 2020 12:19:45
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Post Session Three: Anonymous Kombucha Salesman
27 May 2020 11:37:08
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Session 8: Kaboom, Mate
10 Jul 2020 12:37:25
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Session 11: Present for a Friend
19 Jul 2020 06:55:29
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Backstory
19 Jul 2020 08:28:44
12 May 2020 11:26:35
20 May 2020 12:19:45
27 May 2020 11:37:08
10 Jul 2020 12:37:25
19 Jul 2020 06:55:29
19 Jul 2020 08:28:44
The major events and journals in Sprig's history, from the beginning to today.
Session 11: Present for a Friend
Sprig meets Glark and Persephone where they are playing near the market square. She pulls her hands from behind her back, holding three snow cones. She holds them out to her young friends, shaking her hands invitingly, a big smile on her face. Glark: ...
06:55 pm - 19.07.2020Session 8: Kaboom, Mate
It's dusk. Sprig is sitting at a campfire with Kaijen and Persephone, enjoying some freshly-foraged fruits. Kaijen: "So what's new, Sprig? How is the adventuring life?" Sprig: [mouth full of fruit] "It's shit, mate. Almost died out there last time ...
12:37 pm - 10.07.2020Post Session Three: Anonymous Kombucha Salesman
"Here's your 'booch, sir! Extra frothy, just like you asked! "What a week we've been having. Fiddletown is no stranger to new and exciting, well - strangers - coming through town, but I swear it gets more interesting every day! "First nobility come...
11:37 pm - 27.05.2020smelled a cool smell today
07:09 pm - 27.05.2020Post Session Two: Overheard Between Two Fishmongers
1: "And then he comes back and says the trout I sold him the other day gave him scurvy, so he needs a discount! SCURVY, I tells ya!" 2: "Scurvy. They'll say anything to shave a penny these days. Ain't right. Could be worse, though. I heard from one of ...
12:19 am - 20.05.2020mmm beans
12:04 am - 20.05.2020Post Session One
"Sprig? The mangy wood elf? Yeah, I seen her. She come back into town with that band of ruffians and adventurers she likes to hang out with, little girl in tow. Guess they was saving her from summat in the jungles. "Anyway, she comes back from a chat w...
11:26 am - 12.05.2020Backstory
Sprig is a very dirty, unkempt wood-elf woman with a matted mane of sandy blonde-brown hair. Twigs poke out of his mane at the front, giving the appearance of antlers. Her violently green eyes are clear and almost burning with a light of understanding and...
11:04 am - 03.05.2020The list of amazing people following the adventures of Sprig.
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