Tasselberry Wanderfoot

Kender / Cleric

Submitted character story

You are a wanderer who chose the Blackfen's winding paths because directness has never been your way. What you remembered was your mother's blessing, the certainty that adventure itself is grace, even when it begins with letting go. But you collect strangers' burdens the way you collect their lost things, and someday your basket will sink under the weight. Your table will remember the cleric who talked her way through iron doors and never stopped believing the current leads home.

Defining moment: Mother wrapped me tightly in swaddling and placed her hand on my forehead. "Blessings be with you and guide you on all your paths, and may your adventures never end my little Tas." Then she laid me in the wicker basket and placed me in the stream, and gave me a little push into the swift current.  My first adventure began.

Can't stop helping strangers