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 Short Physique, Webbed Skin, and Frizzy Hair. Your Face is Perfect, your Speech Squeaky. You have Frumpy Clothing. You are Merciful and Vain.
Your age: 23.
Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 7
DEX: 5
WIL: 5
Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Healing Potion (1 uses)
Seed Bomb (3 uses, blast, d6)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 15
Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
Omens
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
You created a restorative tincture that also causes accidental infertility. Take a Healing Potion that completely restores STR. Only you know of its unintended side-effects.
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Seed Bomb: A canvas sack filled with seeds that explode on impact. d6 damage (blast, 3 uses).