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 Towering Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Precise. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Vengeful.
Your age: 38.
Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 12
DEX: 17
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)
Twig (petty)
Gold: 9
Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
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
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.