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,
Scarred Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Vain.
Your age: 15.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 13
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Healing Potion (1 uses)
Delphinium (1 uses)
Gold: 15
🙛 Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
🙛 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
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?
Delphinium: Breathe water for up to one hour. 1 use, but can be divided into fractional doses.