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 Stout Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Vain.
Your age: 28.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 16
DEX: 15
WIL: 18
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Raven Familiar
Nightdust Powder (2 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 7
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
π Your Past
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
A Raven Familiar [8 HP, 3 STR, 11 DEX, 13 WIL, beak, (d6)]. It speaks as an intelligent being and is entirely devoted to you.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Nightdust Powder: The ritual burning of six owls. When tossed in the air, day turns to night for a short while. 2 uses.