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 Athletic Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Rude.
Your age: 26.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 15
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Raven Familiar
Hawthorn Seed (1 uses)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 14
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 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?
A Raven Familiar [8 HP, 3 STR, 11 DEX, 13 WIL, beak, (d6)]. It speaks as an intelligent being and is entirely devoted to you.
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.