You are desert-born—shaped by sun, silence, and sacred words.
Among the Hadir, your blood is your bond, and the sands are your sanctuary. Raised in the deep wastes and stone-hollow sanctuaries of your people, you have been forged by ritual, respect, and resilience. Outsiders rarely walk with the Hadir, but you are one of the few who have taken step beyond the sacred places—whether in exile, pilgrimage, or holy purpose.
Your hands have drawn water from dry stone. Your tongue has recited the Sayings of the Way. Your soul burns with the old fire, spoken by prophets long buried beneath the dunes.
- Skill Proficiencies: Survival, Religion
- Tool Proficiencies: Herbalism Kit or Sand-scripts calligraphy tools (choose one)
- Languages: Aurelian (Hadir Dialect), plus one additional language of your choice
- Equipment: A Waterskin, a sand-colored cloak treated for extreme heat, a relic stone inscribed with an ancestral Saying, and a pouch containing 15 gp
You are trained in the sacred survival rites of the Hadir. You can locate water, edible plants, or safe shelter in deserts or ruined lands with uncanny precision. In any arid, harsh, or ancient environment, you and up to five companions can always find enough sustenance to survive each day.
In addition, when interacting with other Hadir, your markings and bearing show that you have walked the True Path. You are treated with respect and given limited hospitality, though outsiders traveling with you may be met with suspicion.
Suggested Characteristics
The Hadir value discipline, wisdom, and reverence. Their lives are steeped in sacred customs and ancestral sayings, and every action is guided by deep meaning. Though often seen as severe or distant by outsiders, the Hadir are loyal to those they trust and relentless when wronged.
| d8 | Personality Trait |
|---|---|
| 1 | I greet every sunrise with a whispered prayer and every night with stillness. |
| 2 | I say little, but every word I speak has purpose. |
| 3 | I am slow to trust—but unwavering once it’s earned. |
| 4 | I carry my ancestors' names in my mind, never forgetting who I walk for. |
| 5 | I’m quietly judgmental of those who waste food, water, or words. |
| 6 | I take comfort in ritual and become unsettled without it. |
| 7 | The old songs calm me, even in violence. |
| 8 | I treat strangers as ghosts until they prove they are real. |
| d6 | Ideal |
|---|---|
| 1 | Respect. Life is sacred only when it is lived with honor. (Lawful) |
| 2 | Endurance. Only through struggle do we become true. (Neutral) |
| 3 | Revelation. Every dune hides a secret waiting to be uncovered. (Any) |
| 4 | Tradition. The Sayings have kept us alive longer than memory. (Lawful) |
| 5 | Vigilance. The false messiah is rising; we must walk the path with open eyes. (Any) |
| 6 | Exile. I was cast out for speaking a truth too terrible to keep. (Any) |
| d6 | Bond |
|---|---|
| 1 | I carry the last memory of a fallen elder. Their voice speaks in my dreams. |
| 2 | My tribe still believes I am dead. I will return to them as a sign. |
| 3 | A child of prophecy was born under my care—I protect them from afar. |
| 4 | The ruins of the Ancient Ones call to me; I must uncover their truth. |
| 5 | I swore an oath on the salt of my skin. I will not break it. |
| 6 | My blade was blessed by a Hadir priest—it shall never be drawn lightly. |
| d6 | Flaw |
|---|---|
| 1 | I cannot forget the rituals—I repeat them even when dangerous or inconvenient. |
| 2 | I fear the touch of cities and the cold ways of foreign empires. |
| 3 | My pride in my people blinds me to the worth of others. |
| 4 | I struggle to trust even my allies; betrayal is too familiar. |
| 5 | I harbor quiet hatred for the Velassians and their desecrations. |
| 6 | I believe I alone carry a sacred burden—and that belief isolates me. |
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