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 Rugged Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Precise. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Craven.
Your age: 28.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 3
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Healing Potion (1 uses)
Briarvine
Single Gem
Gold: 16
🙛 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
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
You created a restorative tincture that also causes accidental infertility. Take a Healing Potion that completely restores STR. Only you know of its unintended side-effects.
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Briarvine: Entangles any creature up to horse size (STR to break free). Reusable.