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 Short Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Vengeful.
Your age: 48.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 14
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Delphinium (1 uses)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 6
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
Your impressive corpseflower won a local contest then promptly killed a judge. You fled, but not without the Prize Money (100gp) and a warrant for your arrest.
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Delphinium: Breathe water for up to one hour. 1 use, but can be divided into fractional doses.