You alone can walk among the creatures of the wild, fearless and in control. You share a connection with animals that others can only dream of... so long as you don't become their snack.
You have a Flabby Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Formal. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Vengeful.
Your age: 43.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 6
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Warming Stone
Antitoxin (2 uses)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 6
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 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
What creature is your specialty?
Serpents: Take a Warming Stone that generates an irresistible heat and a vial of Antitoxin (2 uses).
What have you learned from the creatures of the wild?
That the land is a language unto itself. Your chance of becoming lost in a terrain dominated by the beasts of your specialty is reduced by one step (e.g. 4-in-6 becomes 3-in-6).