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 Stout Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Rude.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 18
DEX: 12
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Salt pouch
Heirloom amulet (petty)
Sling (d6)
Dagger (d6)
Storybook
Drowning Rod
Ancient Key Half (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Ancient Key Half: You protect a long-dormant family secret. Take one half of an Ancient Key. They say that if joined with its twin, it opens a Gate through any door.
🙛 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
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?
Drowning Rod: A finger-sized wooden stick that doubles in size each time it is fully submerged in water. It does not shrink down again.