Born of both the mortal world and the unseen, you are an enigma to some and feared by many. Yours is the tale of what happens when two worlds collide.
You have a Scrawny Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Vain.
Your age: 46.
Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 10
WIL: 12
Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Briar Thorn
Rebirth Ash (3 uses)
Twig (petty)
Gold: 13
Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
Your Past
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
A Briar Thorn. It can pierce any organic material (quite painfully) but when removed leaves no trace of the intrusion.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Rebirth Ash: Remnants of a bark spirit. Sprinkle to reignite a fire that has died or return to life a creature that has died only moments before. 3 uses.