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 Lanky Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Bitter.
Your age: 13.
Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 10
DEX: 13
WIL: 5
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Amadou (3 uses)
Journal
Gold: 12
Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journal’s perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
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?
Amadou: A vermilion fungus that catches fire quite easily. 3 uses.