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 Short Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Formal. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Humble and
Vain.
Your age: 47.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 18
DEX: 6
WIL: 12
π Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Wisp Lantern
Gold: 12
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π Omens
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
π Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
Your radical experiments turned your skin green, and you now gain nourishment as a plant. You don't need Rations, but a day without sufficient sunlight and water leaves you deprived.
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Wisp Lantern: Caged in wrought iron, provides a dim light so long as the wisp is able to feed on nearby pain and fear.