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 Flabby Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Greedy.
Your age: 21.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 5
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Black Rose Fiddle (bulky)
Glamour Feather (1 uses)
Single Gem
Gold: 13
🙛 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
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
🙛 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?
Glamour Feather: Plume of a firebird. Can make any creature appear convincingly as someone (or something) else. 1 use.