You alone can walk among the creatures of the wild, fearless and in control. You share a connection with animals that others can only dream of... so long as you don't become their snack.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Greedy.
Your age: 16.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 7
WIL: 10
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Whiskerwort
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 15
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
π Your Past
What creature is your specialty?
Felines: Take a sack of Whiskerwort. Its odor can calm and control even the largest of cats.
What have you learned from the creatures of the wild?
That nature's symphony can be heard if you attune to its rhythm. When surrounded by creatures of your specialty, they can alert you to approaching danger before it arrives.