>Health: 14
>STR: 14
>DEX: 14
>CON: 14
>INT: 14
>WIS: 14
>CHA: 14

Life in the jungle was hard, but fair. You were not treated cruelly by the people of the village who raised you, but they mostly weren't Naga, and weren't your family. You were left in a basket, small, young, the villagers almost killed you in a panic before they saw your arms and realised you weren't a cobra. You were raised by all of them, in some way or another, though you sought out the huge green healer Ssombra (whose name refers to the sound of a long, quiet hiss) and the long, scarred, red hunter Russt (whose name refers to the swishing sound of a long, heavy body over dead leaves) most of all. They were both Naga, like you, and between them you learned hunting, agility, healing, subtlety, and the secrets of the vegetable and animal kingdoms.

It was when a trio of hunters, a human, dragonborn and goblin from another town cornered you, tackled you, and tried to gut you, seeking your skin, that you first fought for your life. Your fangs found three bodies and the terrified would-be murderers fled, clutching poisoned wounds.

You hunted them down, your rage was burned out after the second, emptying your venom into a croaking human body. You let the goblin live. But you made sure he saw you watching you as he fled. You woke him three times over the coming days, until he was running almost in circles through the jungle, hopelessly lost. You took pity on him eventually, scared of the rage you'd felt against the other two, and led him to your village. At your behest, they fed him, you treated his wounds, and after he tearfully begged your forgiveness and swore repentance, you gave him the little money you'd saved, hopefully enough that he wouldn't try to murder again.

He swore to repay you as he left, but you haven't seen him again.

After this, Ssombra taught you to bottle your own poison and apply it to blades, and Rosst taught you to strike, dropping from branches and rushing from the bushes, fuelled by that same hunters rage to bury axes, spears and knives deep in wooden targets. Once you'd out-constricted a mighty python, fought free from, strangled, poisoned and stabbed a giant frog IN a river, and fought a dozen hungry bats to the death in a cage, Rosst declared you a true hunter.

>(current exp: 125/300)
>level 1 Barbarian
>(1/2)

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