You walk the line between healer and harrower, knowing the frailty of the flesh but also the secrets that lie within. With the right tools, life and death are merely words.
You have a Rugged Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Vain.
Your age: 24.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 8
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Hook & Screwdriver (petty)
Graftgrub (1 uses)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 23
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 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 have you 'improved' yourself?
One of your fingers has been swapped, the bone replaced by gold and iron. Take a Hook and a Screwdriver that can attach to the fingertip.
What rare tool is essential to your work?
Graftgrub: A small worm that can fuse inanimate objects with parts of the body. 1 use.