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 Rugged Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Greedy.
Your age: 48.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 10
DEX: 6
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Healing Potion (1 uses)
Tacky Stalk (2 uses)
Gold: 15
🙛 Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
You created a restorative tincture that also causes accidental infertility. Take a Healing Potion that completely restores STR. Only you know of its unintended side-effects.
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Tacky Stalk: A woody reed that hardens into a permanent adhesive when chewed. 2 uses.