An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. Wherever you are, you have trouble fitting in. Roll on the Omens table (even if you're not the youngest player), but keep the results private for now.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Booming. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Bitter.
Your age: 35.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 15
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Salt pouch
Heirloom amulet (petty)
Sling (d6)
Dagger (d6)
Monk's Habit (petty)
Spellbook (Control Plants)
Rabbit's Foot (petty)
Ancient Key Half (petty)
Gold: 18
🙛 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
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.
🙛 Your Past
Who took you in?
The monks of a secluded forest monastery. When their rules became too strict, and you snuck away. Take a Monk's Habit (warm, petty) and a Spellbook of Control Plants.
What keeps bad tidings at bay?
Rabbit's Foot: You were wearing it when they found you. They say it is the foot of she who left you and that it protects you from witch magic. Petty.