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 Lanky Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Lazy.
Your age: 37.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 3
WIL: 3
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Living Nightmare
Glamour Feather (1 uses)
Gold: 9
🙛 Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
🙛 Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 Your Past
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
A Living Nightmare that dwells within you but manifests whenever you are in danger. It has your same Attributes and HP and attacks with claws (d8+d8). It disappears on Critical Damage (take 1d4 WIL damage), re-appearing again on the next full moon.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Glamour Feather: Plume of a firebird. Can make any creature appear convincingly as someone (or something) else. 1 use.