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,
Tattooed Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Lazy.
Your age: 44.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 12
DEX: 8
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Tacky Stalk (2 uses)
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 16
🙛 Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).
🙛 Omens
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
Your impressive corpseflower won a local contest then promptly killed a judge. You fled, but not without the Prize Money (100gp) and a warrant for your arrest.
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Tacky Stalk: A woody reed that hardens into a permanent adhesive when chewed. 2 uses.