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 Flabby Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Greedy.
Your age: 32.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 14
WIL: 3
π Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Iron Pot
Root Knife (d6)
Healing Salve (1 uses)
Twine Bauble (petty)
Briarvine
Locket (petty)
Gold: 6
π 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.
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π Your Past
How has the Wood failed you?
Your radical experiments turned your skin green, and you now gain nourishment as a plant. You don't need Rations, but a day without sufficient sunlight and water leaves you deprived.
What keeps you safe while in the Wood?
Briarvine: Entangles any creature up to horse size (STR to break free). Reusable.