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 Statuesque Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Nervous.
Your age: 36.
Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 17
WIL: 11
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Wisp Lantern
Ornate Compass
Gold: 30
Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the town’s secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
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.