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 Scrawny Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Droning. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Greedy.
Your age: 34.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 4
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Pan Flute
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 14
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 Your Past
What creature is your specialty?
Rodents: Take a Pan Flute that emits a high-pitched sound that only rodents can hear. So long as you play, they will follow, even to their deaths.
What have you learned from the creatures of the wild?
That the land is a language unto itself. Your chance of becoming lost in a terrain dominated by the beasts of your specialty is reduced by one step (e.g. 4-in-6 becomes 3-in-6).