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 Brawny Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Vengeful.
Your age: 22.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 7
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Amadou (3 uses)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 15
🙛 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
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
Your radical experiments turned your skin green, and you now gain nourishment as a plant. You don't need Rations, but a day without sufficient sunlight and water leaves you deprived.
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Amadou: A vermilion fungus that catches fire quite easily. 3 uses.