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 Short Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Formal. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Nervous.
Your age: 27.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 16
DEX: 17
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Briar Thorn
Stonetree Sap (3 uses)
Twig (petty)
Gold: 13
🙛 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
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
🙛 Your Past
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
A Briar Thorn. It can pierce any organic material (quite painfully) but when removed leaves no trace of the intrusion.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Stonetree Sap: Sap obtained in exchange for blood. Hardens when rubbed on any surface (+1 Armor). 3 uses.