An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. Wherever you are, you have trouble fitting in. Roll on the Omens table (even if you're not the youngest player), but keep the results private for now.
You have a Statuesque Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Craven.
Your age: 22.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 3
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Salt pouch
Heirloom amulet (petty)
Sling (d6)
Dagger (d6)
Healing Unguent (1 uses)
Pipeweed (6 uses)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 3
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 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
Who took you in?
A wizened apothecary, who taught you the healing arts but maintained a clinical detachment. Take a Healing Unguent (restores d4 STR).
What keeps bad tidings at bay?
Pipeweed: Your good luck charm. Conversations tend to flow more easily after a smoke. 6 uses.