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,
Weathered Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Deceitful.
Your age: 26.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 18
DEX: 18
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Bezoar Stone (1 uses)
Briarvine
Single Gem
Gold: 10
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
An ancient tree at the heart of a sleepy village has suddenly withered and died, despite showing no signs of disease. After its trunk was cut, a bloody hand was found in its core.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
An ill-tempered forest spirit cursed you for stealing, marking you as an enemy of their kind. Take a Bezoar Stone. Ingesting it cures any poison (1 use, unless retrieved).
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Briarvine: Entangles any creature up to horse size (STR to break free). Reusable.