Cabbage Antony IV
Firbolg Cleric
This Firbolg does not have a formal name, as naming is unusual to their culture, where people and places are referred to by deeds, rank in their clan, or current task. If asked about around his village, they’d likely refer to him as “exile”. Due to a well-intentioned but tragic error in judgment, the cleric was banished from his home, and left to fend for himself in the forest. A couple weeks before our campaign began, he was driven from his forest cave by demons. The cleric sought refuge with a group of mages he’d been trading herbs with, the Veil of Teziriah, at the Lunar Spire, in exchange for his aid with healing.
He stands a little over 8 feet tall, with silvery-blond hair, a wide nose, and long, deer-like ears. Living in the forest all his life, he never had a need for fancy clothes, his gear well-worn wool, linens and leather, entirely homemade, with trinkets and pouches attached to his belt. Shoes are optional, since he’s used to running barefoot through the woods and he’s developed some pretty hobbit-like soles. In a woven produce pouch slung over his shoulder, he carries a large, crystalized cabbage that never leaves his person.
Neutral good
Jives well with anything reverent of nature, and mysticism, digging the moon cult vibe so far
Totally alien to any culture outside of fae or giant races, but fascinated by all the new things
Not terribly smart, definitely naïve about the world, but wise in that ancient forest dwelling species way
He’s just out here doin his best, yall