You alone can walk among the creatures of the wild, fearless and in control. You share a connection with animals that others can only dream of... so long as you don't become their snack.
You have a Stout Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Greedy.
Your age: 24.
π Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 16
DEX: 8
WIL: 15
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Quick-Flame Rod (6 uses)
Oil Can (6 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 10
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
π Your Past
What creature is your specialty?
Arachnids: Take a Quick-Flame Rod and an Oil Can (6 uses). It can destroy a large spider nest in seconds.
What have you learned from the creatures of the wild?
That the land is a language unto itself. Your chance of becoming lost in a terrain dominated by the beasts of your specialty is reduced by one step (e.g. 4-in-6 becomes 3-in-6).