Born of both the mortal world and the unseen, you are an enigma to some and feared by many. Yours is the tale of what happens when two worlds collide.
You have a Scrawny Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Booming. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Aggressive.
Your age: 12.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 10
WIL: 15
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Black Rose Fiddle (bulky)
Nightdust Powder (2 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 13
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
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
π Your Past
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
A Black Rose Fiddle (bulky). Its music causes intense sadness and immobility in nearby mortals. (Others are merely fascinated.) You don't know how to play.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Nightdust Powder: The ritual burning of six owls. When tossed in the air, day turns to night for a short while. 2 uses.