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,
Tanned Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Serene and
Aggressive.
Your age: 45.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 9
WIL: 11
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Whiskerwort
Journal
Gold: 16
π 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 journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π 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.
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.