You delve deep into the Wood, prying its secrets from between rough boughs and whispering leaves. To this verdant kingdom, you are no mere scholar but its confidant as well.
You have a Rugged Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Vain.
Your age: 37.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 5
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Bezoar Stone (1 uses)
Amadou (3 uses)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 5
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
An ill-tempered forest spirit cursed you for stealing, marking you as an enemy of their kind. Take a Bezoar Stone. Ingesting it cures any poison (1 use, unless retrieved).
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Amadou: A vermilion fungus that catches fire quite easily. 3 uses.