Name: Rambat
Race: Mantype human
Class: Ranger
Appearance: Slightly more than six feet in height at the time of the adventure, with blue eyes, Rambat is seen wearing leather armor. His skin is a light tan, his hair a light brown. He has a slim build with musculature for using weapons and walking great distances and running a long while. Some clothing showing is green, and little of it blue.
Inventory: Leather armor having belt pouches, with a knit scarf worn above it, for torso, arms, legs, and feet, a curved blade with sawback, a longbow, a quiver of 20 arrows.
Also a pack with ten torches, tinderbox, ten days of rations, a waterskin, 50' of rope strapped outside, a mess kit and a bedroll.
Personality: Friendly with those not threatening, a bit reserved and shy at first.
Bonds: He has several impressive mentors, starting with Ishmael, he is sometimes contacting his immediate family.
Ideals: The threatened should be protected when possible.
Flaws: Rambat is bothered by failure to protect when possible.
Backstory: Rambat is a ranger who from youth had been isolated and alienated from others, being of a family which had immigrated in recent history, and so grew up being mostly a loner. When he was not back yet with his family, after schooling and after early chores for some pay in times after that, he would leave the community and wander in the countryside around it, by himself, and finding connection with creatures he found there. After a couple of years of this, young Rambat came upon a huge tree among lesser ones in one isolated grove further away from his community, that tree having a gaping hole in it, and when Rambat looked within it, he could see there was a door such as there might be to the entrance of a cottage, down a few steps below the trunk of that huge tree. Overwhelmed with curiosity he came cautiously toward that door within, and felt the knob, to see if it moved. A voice came forth from some space behind that door. "Rambat! I knew you would come. The time is right."
Rambat did not move, then. "Who are you?"
The response came, "I am called Ishmael. There are things to be made known, that you should know. It is needed for one familiar with the natural world around here, and there is no one for that right now better than you. But you must learn things, and be empowered with such for what is needed in the coming circumstances that will involve your community and others. Enter, but do not come further within. The time that you will see me has not yet come. You will be shown the first things you should know, ahead of that."
Rambat plucked up what courage he could muster, and moved the knob to open the door. There was only light from the doorway now behind him, and a little more from a small crack above through the side of the tree, which had this space below it. He could barely see there was a stone wall going around this space, save for where there was a curtain on one side hanging from above, which he could not see behind. A small mound was in the middle, the voice instructed Rambat to sit there, and to listen from there what the voice of Ishmael, there behind that curtain, would teach and instruct him. And Ishmael went over the communities of the wild that Rambat was not familiar with yet, teaching him how to interact with them. In time Rambat was learning use of weapons and supernatural power.
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