You walk the line between healer and harrower, knowing the frailty of the flesh but also the secrets that lie within. With the right tools, life and death are merely words.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Rude.
Your age: 18.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 3
WIL: 6
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Oil Can (6 uses)
Lodestone
Ornate Compass
Gold: 29
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 Your Past
How have you 'improved' yourself?
One foot is mostly metal (kick, d6), and you treat some tough terrain as Easy. Carry an Oil Can (6 uses). Without a daily application, you are deprived and noisy.
What rare tool is essential to your work?
Lodestone: Draws out dangerous elements from the body and acts as a powerful magnetic force.