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 Lanky Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Droning. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Deceitful.
Your age: 37.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 14
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Paper Legs
Hawthorn Seed (1 uses)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 5
🙛 Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
🙛 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
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
Paper legs. You are extremely light and can fall a few stories without getting hurt. Try to avoid tearing them or getting them wet.
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.