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 Athletic Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Formal. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Aggressive.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 17
DEX: 12
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Antitoxin (2 uses)
Tacky Stalk (2 uses)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 18
🙛 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
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
You were poisoned, losing your sense of taste and smell. You can now withstand noxious fumes and always carry Antitoxin (2 uses).
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Tacky Stalk: A woody reed that hardens into a permanent adhesive when chewed. 2 uses.