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,
Rosy Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Booming. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Bitter.
Your age: 42.
π Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 18
DEX: 9
WIL: 4
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Whiskerwort
Journal
Gold: 14
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π 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.
π Your Past
What creature is your specialty?
Felines: Take a sack of Whiskerwort. Its odor can calm and control even the largest of cats.
What have you learned from the creatures of the wild?
That there is far more to the world than meets the eye. With quiet concentration, you can borrow the senses of a nearby creature of your specialty.