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Slam (d6)
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Earthborn Origins
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Harmony
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Druidic Balance
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Grove of the Forest - 1st Level Spells
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Sculpt Soil
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Stoneskin
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Meld into Stone
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Druidcraft
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Lash of Rose Thorns
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Lightning Lasso
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Thunderclap
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Faerie Fire
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Healing Word
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Nurturing Wounds
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Purify Food and Drink
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Speak with Animals
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Thunderwave
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Long ago, Rosalin was born in a far off, but colorful village filled with music, song and dance.
Lively of both people and cultures.
Her Mother was a Satyr and her Father was an Earth elemental.
Everything was happy, at least until some men came from a far off city, took Rosalin and her people and enslaved them.
In the chaos her village was set ablaze.
By the end of it all he and any other survivors where taken, and made to work as their masters saw fit.
She stayed there until she was about 10, she had met a water elemental who she quickly fell in love with, and would always run off together to dance and sing.
When Rosalin’s mother was sold off and father beaten to death, she was all Rosalin had left, but soon what they were doing was found out and they were both punished for it.
The punishment killed Rosalins love, throwing her into despair and being locked away until a group of adventurers came along and saved her and what was left of her people.
Once free, Rosalin wandered with her people to rebuild what they had lost years ago, little did they know it was short lived as the slave Master was angry at this and hunted them down and found them.
Rosalin was the only one who survived, she changed her name to Opal and did as much as possible to hide herself.
She never talked to anyone and always had a dark cloak, playing her lyre and taberin for gold.
She had erased the once scared child in her for the persona of Opal, someone who never talks and just plays music for the towns and villages she, most believed she was mute, at least until she came across a tavern who could tell Opal was not what she had seen and took her in and stayed with them.
The tavern owners were a married couple, whose child had grown up and started her own adventures. She was a water elemental who was in the thieves guild, Named Raya. Opal and Raya didn't really get along but they did for their parents, Raya was about 8 years older than Opal.
Opal still didn't talk much, but would dance and play for them for gold, and care. She didn't need to, she felt like she had to earn her keep. Raya took over the bar once the couple was too old. Opal stayed for over 100 years as a performer.
The sisters still didn't like each other but respected each other.
After the owners passed away, Raya and Opal created a way to make it away between the Fay Wild and the Overworld, allowing them to not only get in some new customers but also new ingredients. Opal often goes outside to peace to practice her dance and get ingredients.
Scared of Fire
You stand in a clearing surrounded by dense trees. A smoldering fire crackles, its embers pulsing red. Bedrolls lie scattered on trampled grass, the scent of damp earth thick. A battered iron pot hangs above the coals.