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 Rugged Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Deceitful.
Your age: 23.
π Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 14
WIL: 18
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Paper Legs
Nightdust Powder (2 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 5
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
π Your Past
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
Paper legs. You are extremely light and can fall a few stories without getting hurt. Try to avoid tearing them or getting them wet.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Nightdust Powder: The ritual burning of six owls. When tossed in the air, day turns to night for a short while. 2 uses.