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 Scrawny Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Formal. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Serene and
Bitter.
Your age: 21.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 6
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Hex Stone (1 uses)
Twig (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
🙛 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 Fae creature's True Name. Use it to summon its owner for an act of great service, but only once. It could also fetch a hefty price, from the right buyer.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Hex Stone: Gathered from a river that flows from the other side. Removed from its iron tin, it can absorb the effects of an active magical effect. If destroyed, the magic is released. 1 use.