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 Scrawny Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Vain.
Your age: 13.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 12
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Soporific Concoction (3 uses)
Seed Bomb (3 uses, blast, d6)
Single Gem
Gold: 9
🙛 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
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
A close friend disappeared into the forest. Now you see their face in any tea you brew. Take a Soporific Concoction (3 uses).
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Seed Bomb: A canvas sack filled with seeds that explode on impact. d6 damage (blast, 3 uses).