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 Scrawny Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Deceitful.
Your age: 46.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 17
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Delphinium (1 uses)
Locket (petty)
Gold: 14
🙛 Bonds
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
🙛 Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
🙛 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?
Delphinium: Breathe water for up to one hour. 1 use, but can be divided into fractional doses.