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 Statuesque Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Vengeful.
Your age: 21.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 15
DEX: 4
WIL: 11
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: 13
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
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
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.