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 Rugged Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Deceitful.
Your age: 36.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 12
WIL: 15
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Salt pouch
Heirloom amulet (petty)
Sling (d6)
Dagger (d6)
Storybook
Pipeweed (6 uses)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 17
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 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
Who took you in?
A troupe of traveling entertainers. For a time, they were like family to you. One day you woke up and they were gone with no explanation. Take a Storybook, a Dagger (d6), and some burning questions.
What keeps bad tidings at bay?
Pipeweed: Your good luck charm. Conversations tend to flow more easily after a smoke. 6 uses.