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 Stout Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Craven.
Your age: 30.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 10
DEX: 3
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Soporific Concoction (3 uses)
Amadou (3 uses)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
🙛 Omens
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
A close friend disappeared into the forest. Now you see their face in any tea you brew. Take a Soporific Concoction (3 uses).
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Amadou: A vermilion fungus that catches fire quite easily. 3 uses.