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 Towering Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Precise. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Humble and
Greedy.
Your age: 46.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 15
DEX: 13
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Soporific Concoction (3 uses)
Briarvine
Twig (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
🙛 Omens
Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes change to sobs.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
A close friend disappeared into the forest. Now you see their face in any tea you brew. Take a Soporific Concoction (3 uses).
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Briarvine: Entangles any creature up to horse size (STR to break free). Reusable.