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 Brawny Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Vain.
Your age: 47.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 6
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Antitoxin (2 uses)
Briarvine
Miniature Lute
Gold: 4
🙛 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
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
You were poisoned, losing your sense of taste and smell. You can now withstand noxious fumes and always carry Antitoxin (2 uses).
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Briarvine: Entangles any creature up to horse size (STR to break free). Reusable.