A very small male gnome with pale blue-gray skin, silver-white hair braided with tiny brass stars, and luminous violet eyes that seem to reflect distant constellations. He wears weathered leather armor beneath a midnight-blue robe embroidered with celestial charts. His wooden shield bears a painted spiral galaxy, while his quarterstaff is capped with a softly glowing crystal that resembles a captured star.

Gentle, attentive, and profoundly curious. Orun treats every stranger as an unsolved celestial mystery and every injury as a personal responsibility. He is patient with the frightened, formal with the reckless, and quietly delighted by small acts of kindness.

Orun Starwhisper was born beneath an unusually clear sky, during a night when a silver comet crossed the heavens and vanished above his family’s woodland burrow. From childhood, he claimed that the stars spoke in tones too quiet for ordinary ears. His elders dismissed this as a fanciful gnomish imagination until Orun correctly predicted a meteor shower, a winter flood, and the arrival of a dying peregrine that carried a message from a distant monastery. He eventually became a traveling sage, exchanging copying work and astronomical observations for access to forgotten libraries. While studying an ancient atlas, Orun discovered references to the Astral Verdancy, a hidden current of primal energy flowing between living things and the stars. His initiation into druidic practice transformed his scholarship into healing. He now treats wounds by surrounding the injured with drifting motes of starlight, filling the air with the scent of rain-soaked leaves and distant night-blooming flowers. He travels wherever suffering gathers, convinced that every life is a constellation and that no star should be allowed to go dark while he can still reach it.