Reb

Rebington Thompson (Reb) a devoted man to his friends, laying down his life to ensure their survival. Trying to find his place in the world of gods and religions he

One of the party members from The Dig.

Name	Reb
Race	Human-Variant
Age	35
Class	Fighter
Background	Soldier (Infantry)
Hometown
Relatives

Parents

Reb would casually talk about his parents Samuel Thompson and Margaret Thompson, are hardworking commoners who have always prioritized family values and a strong work ethic. Samuel works as a skilled artisan, crafting goods that are well-regarded in the local community for their quality. Margaret, on the other hand, manages a small family-owned store, providing essentials to the townsfolk.

Despite their modest backgrounds, Samuel and Margaret instilled in Reb the importance of integrity, kindness, and a commitment to making a positive impact in their community while following a strict set of rules and codes. Growing up in a humble household, Reb learned the value of hard work and resilience from his parents.

Samuel's craftsmanship and attention to detail influenced Reb's appreciation for precision and dedication in his pursuits, whether it be military training. Reb's upbringing in this commoner family played a significant role in shaping his down-to-earth personality and the strong sense of camaraderie that he carries with him.

Tokens of friendship

During his travels Reb lost his commitment that he would do anything to protect his friends "Parabola and the Pit" The Dig - Chronological order of Events and during this time acted out, rash and mean to those around him. After the magical effect wore off he had to make things right.

• As Reb approaches Regius Osea he gives him a small forged holy symbol of Ulaa (hammer over a mountain) sturdy and simple, to hang from his belt. "Regius, I know faith isn’t something you can just hammer out of steel, but I tried anyway.Figured Ulaa might smile at you carrying a symbol I forged for you. Maybe it reminds you that I’ve still got your back, even if my words didn’t show it.
• To Harpin Falconhand he provides a delicate steel flower, hammered and curled to look like it was plucked from a meadow but built to last. "Hairpin, I know I’ve been sharper than I meant to be. You always bring life into this crew, so I thought I’d try my hand at it too. I can’t grow flowers, but I can forge one that won’t wilt on you. It might not be much, but it’s my way of saying, I see you."
• Not able to look at Butch directly out of shame he hands him a meat hook forged with a bit of extra care, made to last through every campfire stew. "Butch, you feed us when we’re half dead and grumbling, and I’ve done a piss-poor job showing what that means. So, I made you something that’ll work as hard as you do. Not much more to say, except I’m sorry for being an ass. Hope this earns me a meal or two down the line."

During his travels he found a sour dough starter that became sentient, allowing the sentient fungi to tag along he became a Usnea Carrier.

Vigilant's Primer having found this item in the Kasarian Embassy in Korint Reb became increasingly interested in the associated religion, becoming one of the Otomil and aiming to become a Shorn devoted to a high priestes.

Broken Knife

Every night on the island as the moonlight spills onto the beachside, Reb sits alone, cross-legged, in quiet contemplation. The crackling of a small campfire provides the only audible backdrop to the rhythmic sound of the whetstone against the broken dagger.

The broken dagger, though worn and battered, is handled with care by Reb's calloused hands. The glint of the whetstone catching the moonlight accentuates the meticulous precision with which Reb tends to this nightly routine. There's an air of reverence in his movements, as if each stroke is a silent conversation with the ghosts of the past.

Approaching Reb during this ritual would reveal the vulnerability in his eyes. The weight of his guilt is palpable, and there's a rawness to his emotions that is not easily conveyed in words. His furrowed brow and distant gaze suggest a soul grappling with the consequences of a mistake that refuses to be forgotten.

Approaching Reb:

As a party member, approaching Reb during this ritual requires a delicate touch. His flaw, the terrible mistake he wishes to keep secret, hovers like an invisible barrier. Interrupting this intimate act could unleash a torrent of emotions, and the party member might sense the inner turmoil Reb experiences.

Potential Reactions:

1. Silent Acknowledgment:

Reb may briefly meet the party member's gaze, silently acknowledging their presence but without uttering a word. His focus returns to the dagger, indicating a need for solitude during this personal ritual.

2. Tense Atmosphere:

The air around Reb might thicken with an unspoken tension. The party member might feel Reb's internal struggle and the weight of his guilt, making any attempt at conversation feel like an intrusion into a private realm.

3. Glimpse of Vulnerability:

If the party member approaches with empathy and understanding, Reb might share a fragment of his thoughts or express gratitude for their companionship. However, the vulnerability revealed could be intense, and Reb may withdraw into silence shortly afterward.