Snow
You belong to the people of the tundra. Amongst all the races yours is the most graceful, fleet-footed and proud. Except for the cold winter you and your people follow the great herds of giant elk. During the great cold your people retreat to their dens, where they tell tales of deeds both great and humble, sing songs which please the ancestors, craft items for necessity, pleasure and trade, and tend to the spirit of the flame.
This winter is especially harsh. From faint distances you can hear the cries of the storm giants, violent children of the everlasting sky. Winter is the season of death, when the veils between worlds are thinnest. When dread winds blow from the north the bones of small creatures in the outside briefly animate, drawn back to the life for which they hunger, searching a path by which to pass the totems, before finally collapsing back into themselves. In this year of exceptional cold even larger creatures seem to come back in this unnatural mockery of life. Sometimes you can see their eyes glowing in the gloomy twilight outside the den.
Right now a great blizzard rages, the likes of which has not been seen in living memory. The tune of a wooden flute accompanies the clan elder, loremaster of the people, as he regales the young with the great deeds of their ancestors. They are here to learn from him. You are here as companion and protector. That is as it should be. You worry however. This queer winter is long and cold, and stores of food and fuel are running low.
Aside from the young, the members of this clan are:
This tribal elder is esteemed beyond all others within the tribe as the living repository of knowledge of the people. Through the stories and songs of deeds of the ancestors the people know where they come from, who they are, and what their future holds. His is a special task, in that he instructs those who must later instruct others. Other elders and leaders send their children to be raised in his clan, and later return to raise their own above their previous station.
This tribal leader has all the skills and possessions one would expect of a pastoral ranger, famed fighter, and inspirational war-chief. More than anything he wants to take vengeance on the orc-tribes to the south, for past grievances and remaining hurts. He knows he should be a better parent, but does not know how to be both father and leader.
This tribal member has all the skills and possessions one would expect of a pastoral ranger, and is notorious for his skills at concealment, stalking and taking game. He has yet to prove himself in war, where he wants more than anything to earn distinction and the approval of his parent, the leader.
This tribal member has all the skills and possessions one would expect of a pastoral ranger, and through her empathy has a special connection to the spirit world. She can feel the energy of the spirits of the ancestors and the living worlds in a way few others can. The fire burns brightest in her care. Her songs and prayers give extra potency to healing draughts and poison arrows. She has heard stories about the sages in the far-away cities and more than anything wishes she could learn from them.
This tribal member has all the skills and possessions one would expect of a pastoral ranger. Also, since her youth there is a dark fire inside her. She has learned to act with patience and kindness, but when unexpectedly provoked can break out in and be consumed by violent rages and frenzied bloodlust. This has given her fame as a warrior, but also isolated her from her peers. More than anything she wishes to be loved by others and overcome her violent nature.
This tribal member has all the skills and possessions one would expect of a pastoral ranger, and has the keenest senses and the steadiest hand in the clan. No prey is save from her arrows. Although good in her craft she finds no joy in it. She does not know what she wants out of life, but she knows that this isn't it. Still she clings to life as she knows it, and fear for losing it has robbed her of several chances for glory.