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 Stout Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Precise. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Humble and
Greedy.
Your age: 40.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 15
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Wisp Lantern
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Stone Heart: You crossed a creature of the Wood, and it cursed you with a Stone Heart (1 Armor). With each passing month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your debt is lifted, you cannot truly die.
🙛 Omens
Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes change to sobs.
🙛 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?
Wisp Lantern: Caged in wrought iron, provides a dim light so long as the wisp is able to feed on nearby pain and fear.