Rykon
Five Thousand Club
Couldn't agree more. I wish they kept the comics and art style with a few quality or consistency improvements. My only experience with the line outside 3E was 2E. I have 1E supplements but no play experience with it.Just wish it had retained the anime vibe in art, but can't have everything, I guess.
Here's what I had for Toun's background prior.
Toun was born the youngest of two in a family tucked away in the frigid lands of the north. With a greenfield unfit for farming, there were very few paths the tribe could take to feed themselves. Toun chose to be a hunter. With a crafty trap, he managed to bring down a moose alone by the age of 12. Since then, he had been scouted by tribal elders for his potential as a scout in ongoing raids. His unit was to stalk herds wandering away from rivals tribes. Find their tracks, follow them, and bring the kills back to feed the tribe. In certain seasons, they also turned upon their neighbors, pillaging for supplies and offered tribute.
For a time, Toun took to his job with immense satisfaction. By adolescence, he was well versed in Icewalker scouting. hunting, and survival tactics for protecting their hunting grounds and feeding his tribe. However, the Stag tribe would not soon relinquish their herds, prey, and plunder. In retaliation for pillaging trade to the satrapies, they bunkered down for an ambush. One by one Toun's unit caught blades in their bellies or arrows to the chest. So he dug into the snow, burrowing a foxhole for himself as the last means to lure his prey. His hands were numb, clothing flaked with snow, his hunting spear broken. All he had left were tooth and claw. One by one the ambushers were dragged in silence into the foxhole, throats bitten or clawed open till none remained.
He emerged from his hole, jaw dripping red with bloody slush, and thrashed the snow off his coat, settling on all fours. He felt a gentle hand sift through the layers of his now whitened hair, then his white coat. There a lady in white combed the blood from his dense fur and sang him to sleep.
So tldr; last survivor of a now dead Icewalker tribe. His goal was to form a new community as its living deity.
I see him as a brutal pragmatist when tackling obstacles and someone that highly values teamwork, loyalty, and general cohesion in his companions. Survival in the harsh reaches of the north requires everyone work hard to do their part after all.
In the campaign I played him in prior we had a mentor based in the south so I had him fairly detached. I'll have to give some thought on connections to places or people.
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