An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. Wherever you are, you have trouble fitting in. Roll on the Omens table (even if you're not the youngest player), but keep the results private for now.
You have a Athletic Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Nervous.
Your age: 39.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 2
STR: 17
DEX: 17
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Salt pouch
Heirloom amulet (petty)
Sling (d6)
Dagger (d6)
Smith's Apron (petty)
Oft-mended Chain Mail (2 Armor, bulky)
Pipeweed (6 uses)
Bracelet (petty)
Gold: 16
🙛 Bonds
Bracelet: You promised a childhood friend that you’d bring them back a rare gift, something unique in all the world. Take a Bracelet (petty) woven from twine and wildflowers.
🙛 Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 Your Past
Who took you in?
A gruff blacksmith from a sleepy river town. You were always kept at arm's length. Now the forge is cold, and you've moved on. Take a Smith's Apron (petty) and a set of Oft-mended Chain Mail (2 Armor, bulky).
What keeps bad tidings at bay?
Pipeweed: Your good luck charm. Conversations tend to flow more easily after a smoke. 6 uses.