Description

Daisy Shepherd is a human in her late teens with a mop of shoulder length frizzy sun bleached hair. Hazel eyes and a smattering of freckles give her a youthful impish look. Unless the temperature is unbearably hot, she is almost never without her beat up leather armor. She wields a quarterstaff or a sling in battle.

Stats

Female Human Druid 3
HD 3d8+3; hp 26
Init: +2; Speed 30 ft
AC 14 (+2 armor, +2 Dex), touch 12, flat-footed 12
Base Atk/Grapple +2/+2
Full Atk +2 melee (1d6, 19-20/x2; quarterstaff) or +4 ranged (1d4, 20/x2; sling)
SA -
SQ Wild empathy (+6), woodland stride, trackless step
AL NG; SV Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +6
Str 11, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 13
Skills: Craft (carpentry) +4, Handle Animal +8 (+12 w/ companion), Heal +6, Knowledge (architecture & engineering) +1, Knowledge (nature) +6, Listen +4, Profession (shepherd) +4, Ride +6, Spot +4, Survival +8
Speak Language (Common, Druidic)
Feats: Animal Affinity, Track, Point Blank Shot
Spells Per Day: 0s 4 / 1st 3 / 2nd 2

Equipment: Leather armor, quarterstaff, dagger, sling, bedroll, waterskin, backpack, mug, iron pot, artisan's tools, rations (10 days), torch x2, flint & steel, belt pouch, spell component pouch, riding saddle (for a riding dog).

XP 3965

History

Four days southwest of Kolyen is the small farming settlement of Valan. Her family makes its living raising and selling sheep and wool. Daisy along with her two older brothers, Ash and Dagwood, helped their parents run the farm. That is, until Ollie Brubaker, her brothers’ friend, came up with the brilliant idea to head for a big city.

He had failed to get either of Daisy’s brothers to accompany him on his scheme, but Daisy having had a crush for years volunteered. Ollie wasn’t as thrilled about his friends’ kid sister tagging along as Daisy thought he should be, but he appreciated the company anyway. Neither were her parents as happy with her decision as they thought they should be, but they did finally gave in once they realized she was following a stupid crush and would likely be home within the month. (And her parents and brothers had threatened the young man about keeping her safe.) The duo along with Rascal, whom Daisy had raised from a pup, made their way to Kolyen.

After two months, Ollie was ready to head home. They were nearly broke and his dreams of quickly rising to the top crumbled with each dead end job he managed to find, that and he was tired of putting up with Daisy’s antics.

Daisy on the other hand, managed to find work she thought was meaningful. She started a hobby of carving wooden knickknacks, which sold well at market, and eventually managed to gain a few odd jobs around a carpenter’s shop which she enjoyed immensely. Eventually a blow up came. Ollie headed home for the farm and Daisy stayed. Her brothers did make an appearance a few weeks later to make her come home, but she stood her ground and won.

Over the next year, Daisy ran into several people that would change her life. The first was the wife of the carpentry shop’s owner. One night the elderly owner, Drugan invited Daisy to dinner at his wife’s request. It turned out that Amalda, his wife, was a druid and thought from previous meetings that Daisy might have some talent. The training wasn’t rigorous, just when both women had time to dedicate to it, usually only one or two afternoons a week.

The next person was a girl about Daisy’s age. As it turned out, the girl, an adventurer by trade needed help on a wilderness expedition. Daisy managed to find the time to commit to the adventure and from then on managed to accompany Zephyrmane whenever she was in need ot an experienced tracker or survivalist. Not really having a dog sitter, Rascal came along as well.

The third individual was an elf she met in the woods during her druid training. Something-or-other Moonsword, as he was called, was camped outside of town. As it turned out he wasn’t terribly fond of cities but was in the area for personal reasons. He was out there for weeks while Daisy practiced becoming a druid and she eventually offered to bring him supplies from town if he didn’t want to go in. Eventually she just started bringing him a few supplies here and there regardless whether he needed them or not.

Then this adventuring guild thing came up and she felt it was time to head off and see what became of it.

Update: Her gray and white bearded collie, Rascal, was smooshed by an ogre or troll or some such creature a week into their first adventure. He will be woefully missed.