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 Brawny Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Droning. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Rude.
Your age: 37.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 16
DEX: 3
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Soporific Concoction (3 uses)
Wisp Lantern
Locket (petty)
Gold: 18
🙛 Bonds
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
A close friend disappeared into the forest. Now you see their face in any tea you brew. Take a Soporific Concoction (3 uses).
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.