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 Short Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Droning. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Humble and
Lazy.
Your age: 48.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 18
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Quick-Flame Rod (6 uses)
Oil Can (6 uses)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 9
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 Your Past
What creature is your specialty?
Arachnids: Take a Quick-Flame Rod and an Oil Can (6 uses). It can destroy a large spider nest in seconds.
What have you learned from the creatures of the wild?
That the pulse of the hunt is a powerful impulse. You have a sense for when predators, even those not of your specialty are near.