Born of both the mortal world and the unseen, you are an enigma to some and feared by many. Yours is the tale of what happens when two worlds collide.
You have a Towering Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Greedy.
Your age: 25.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 16
DEX: 3
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Briar Thorn
Hawthorn Seed (1 uses)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 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
A thick, unnatural fog has begun encroaching upon an ancient and holy grove. It is said to be the work of a great forest spirit, angered by nearby deforestation.
🙛 Your Past
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
A Briar Thorn. It can pierce any organic material (quite painfully) but when removed leaves no trace of the intrusion.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Hawthorn Seed: An acorn from the other side, gathered on the spring equinox. When planted, it sprouts a luxurious shelter, collapsing at moonrise the next day. 1 use.