You walk the line between healer and harrower, knowing the frailty of the flesh but also the secrets that lie within. With the right tools, life and death are merely words.
You have a Rugged Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Nervous.
Your age: 27.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 15
DEX: 5
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Regrowth Salve (1 uses)
Tiny Crystal Prism (petty)
Gold: 17
🙛 Bonds
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
🙛 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
How have you 'improved' yourself?
One arm is fully metal and comes off at the shoulder. It can be used as a weapon (d8, bulky when not attached) and can move independently if you are within sight of it.
What rare tool is essential to your work?
Regrowth Salve: Regrows a body part over the course of a day. 1 use.