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 Short Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Greedy.
Your age: 43.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 14
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Warble-Whistle (3/3 charges)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 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.
🙛 Your Past
What creature is your specialty?
Birds: Take a Warble-Whistle (3 charges). It can imitate any bird call and can even be used to send simple messages. Recharge: Feed a baby bird as its mother would, then blow.
What have you learned from the creatures of the wild?
That the behavior of beasts is a language in itself. When observing beasts of your specialty you gain insight into weather patterns and impending disasters.