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 Athletic Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Humble and
Craven.
Your age: 30.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 6
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Tacky Stalk (2 uses)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 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
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
Your impressive corpseflower won a local contest then promptly killed a judge. You fled, but not without the Prize Money (100gp) and a warrant for your arrest.
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Tacky Stalk: A woody reed that hardens into a permanent adhesive when chewed. 2 uses.