Morton

Human / Ranger

Submitted character story

You are the ranger who turned grief into a compass and guilt into armor. The King's Road called to you not for its safety, but because wandering felt like forgetting, and you've already forgotten too many faces. The eldritch cold took your father and your squad, and you alone walked out of those Wastelands carrying a holy symbol that wasn't yours to inherit. Now you plan every encounter like the Quiet Strategist because the alternative is more empty boots beside more cold campfires, and that math doesn't balance anymore. Your table will remember you as the one who turned survival into something sharper than vengeance, the ranger who counted every life twice because his own was already spent.

Defining moment: A enormous encounter with an eldritch being while traveling in the snowy Wastelands with his father and his old squad. He was the only one who survived...

Already paid the price