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 Short Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Bitter.
Your age: 13.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 14
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Black Rose Fiddle (bulky)
Hawthorn Seed (1 uses)
Single Gem
Gold: 5
🙛 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
Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout the region, sparking a 'gold rush' of sorts for jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great tragedy yet to come.
🙛 Your Past
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
A Black Rose Fiddle (bulky). Its music causes intense sadness and immobility in nearby mortals. (Others are merely fascinated.) You don't know how to play.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Hawthorn Seed: An acorn from the other side, gathered on the spring equinox. When planted, it sprouts a luxurious shelter, collapsing at moonrise the next day. 1 use.