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 Stout Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Craven.
Your age: 24.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 17
DEX: 8
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Wolfsbane
Large Net
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 14
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
🙛 Your Past
What creature is your specialty?
Canines: Take a wreath of Wolfsbane and a Large Net. Effective against werewolves as well.
What have you learned from the creatures of the wild?
That the land is a language unto itself. Your chance of becoming lost in a terrain dominated by the beasts of your specialty is reduced by one step (e.g. 4-in-6 becomes 3-in-6).