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 Rugged Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Nervous.
Your age: 45.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 12
DEX: 15
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (7)
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)
Bracelet (petty)
Gold: 18
🙛 Bonds
Bracelet: You promised a childhood friend that you’d bring them back a rare gift, something unique in all the world. Take a Bracelet (petty) woven from twine and wildflowers.
🙛 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 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.