Born of both the mortal world and the unseen, you are an enigma to some and feared by many. Yours is the tale of what happens when two worlds collide.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Craven.
Your age: 31.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 17
DEX: 3
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Paper Legs
Rebirth Ash (3 uses)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 15
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost looks like a map.
🙛 Your Past
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
Paper legs. You are extremely light and can fall a few stories without getting hurt. Try to avoid tearing them or getting them wet.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Rebirth Ash: Remnants of a bark spirit. Sprinkle to reignite a fire that has died or return to life a creature that has died only moments before. 3 uses.