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 Lanky Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Craven.
Your age: 40.
Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 17
DEX: 8
WIL: 12
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Antitoxin (2 uses)
Amadou (3 uses)
Gold: 5
Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when you’re alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
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
How has the Wood failed you?
You were poisoned, losing your sense of taste and smell. You can now withstand noxious fumes and always carry Antitoxin (2 uses).
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Amadou: A vermilion fungus that catches fire quite easily. 3 uses.