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,
Marked Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Craven.
Your age: 45.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 7
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Seed Bomb (3 uses, blast, d6)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 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?
Your radical experiments turned your skin green, and you now gain nourishment as a plant. You don't need Rations, but a day without sufficient sunlight and water leaves you deprived.
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Seed Bomb: A canvas sack filled with seeds that explode on impact. d6 damage (blast, 3 uses).