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 Lanky Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Formal. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Humble and
Craven.
Your age: 38.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 7
DEX: 5
WIL: 17
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Bezoar Stone (1 uses)
Briarvine
Ancient Key Half (petty)
Gold: 17
🙛 Bonds
Ancient Key Half: You protect a long-dormant family secret. Take one half of an Ancient Key. They say that if joined with its twin, it opens a Gate through any door.
🙛 Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
An ill-tempered forest spirit cursed you for stealing, marking you as an enemy of their kind. Take a Bezoar Stone. Ingesting it cures any poison (1 use, unless retrieved).
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Briarvine: Entangles any creature up to horse size (STR to break free). Reusable.