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 Brawny Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Precise. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Serene and
Lazy.
Your age: 34.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 17
DEX: 12
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Healing Potion (1 uses)
Tacky Stalk (2 uses)
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 13
🙛 Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
🙛 Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
🙛 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?
Tacky Stalk: A woody reed that hardens into a permanent adhesive when chewed. 2 uses.