Born of both the mortal world and the unseen, you are an enigma to some and feared by many. Yours is the tale of what happens when two worlds collide.
You have a Flabby Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Humble and
Rude.
Your age: 36.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 10
DEX: 17
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Black Rose Fiddle (bulky)
Stonetree Sap (3 uses)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 Bonds
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 Your Past
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
A Black Rose Fiddle (bulky). Its music causes intense sadness and immobility in nearby mortals. (Others are merely fascinated.) You don't know how to play.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Stonetree Sap: Sap obtained in exchange for blood. Hardens when rubbed on any surface (+1 Armor). 3 uses.