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 Towering Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Bitter.
Your age: 49.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 12
WIL: 15
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Bezoar Stone (1 uses)
Seed Bomb (3 uses, blast, d6)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 7
🙛 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 once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
An ill-tempered forest spirit cursed you for stealing, marking you as an enemy of their kind. Take a Bezoar Stone. Ingesting it cures any poison (1 use, unless retrieved).
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Seed Bomb: A canvas sack filled with seeds that explode on impact. d6 damage (blast, 3 uses).