An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. Wherever you are, you have trouble fitting in. Roll on the Omens table (even if you're not the youngest player), but keep the results private for now.
You have a Towering Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Droning. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Greedy.
Your age: 37.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 10
DEX: 11
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Salt pouch
Heirloom amulet (petty)
Sling (d6)
Dagger (d6)
Gnarled Staff (d8)
Drowning Rod
Tiny Crystal Prism (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 Your Past
Who took you in?
A druid, who taught you the language of trees. When it came time to leave, you took with you only a Gnarled Staff (d8) and left a promise that one day you would return.
What keeps bad tidings at bay?
Drowning Rod: A finger-sized wooden stick that doubles in size each time it is fully submerged in water. It does not shrink down again.